As a child of the generation he raised, I greatly admire former PM of Australia, Robert J. Hawke. While Ronnie and Maggie were teaching millions of British and American children “JUST SAY NO”, Bob was telling us, by the way that he lived, to just bloody say yes. YES to fake sick days. YES to crying in public. YES to new love. YES to going on benders. Each of our teachers’ boss’s, boss’s boss, was answerable directly to a minister of education, who answered to Bob. That is why gen-X Australians are so much more interesting darling than our contemporaries raised in Britain or the US.
But we most admire Bob for his meringue hair. He showed us that as high as a man rises in importance, his hair should rise higher. With less product or brushing, a man’s hair betrays his Wille zur Macht. Just look at Donald Trump, Sai Baba, Don King, Margaret Thatcher: none of these men ever used hair gel. They are simply men of great will, with hair that has will even stronger.
So can you imagine my delight to find the leading newspaper of the Netherlands (De Volkskrant, with 810,000 readers!) last Friday printed a picture of me with higher hair than Bob Hawke’s! I don’t wish to imply that I am even more important than the former PM and Rhodes scholar. I am leaving it for you to draw that conclusion yourself, without any prompting.
Thanks Jorrit and Sven from Genre de Vie for furnishing De Volkskrant with a suitable shot of my bouffant. Unfortunately, until someone who reads Dutch tells me what I actually said in the interview, I can only remark on the picture. I gave the interview over the phone after my bed time, so do worry I said some dumb things.