Asked about 1975, the last convulsive year of the Whitlam regime, the late Robert Haupt is reported to have said: “Don’t ask me, I was there.” I know what he means; I was there too. My 1975 began on a dry, hot Canberra afternoon in December 1974, straight off a
MoreNation Review March 3-9, 1977 It is no accident we get to see Australian papers fairly rarely up here in Japan, so you can imagine my surprise on opening a travel worn back number of Nation Review and finding friend Mungo delivering a swift karate chop in my direction for
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