And while we’re making jokes at the Three Lions’ expense, here’s one Pommy striker who’s willing to pay when he’s not able to score:

Go Cats — purely because I want my beloved Magpies to be able to face them in the grand final.

UPDATE: FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!1!

On Twitter — the barometer of all things everything — he was lampooned mercilessly on election night right from the moment it became apparent he was going to get over the line in Longman. Then came a backlash of sorts, with some commentators suggesting it’s not kosher for political wonks to whinge about how kids don’t give a toss about politics, only to sling shit at one as soon as he shows the ultimate interest and gets into the thick of it.

The finger-waggers have a fair enough point, but here’s my take on it if you’ll allow me to indulge you before I get onto the more important matter of treating Roy to the Lovechild treatment.

I can understand and even sympathise with people coming to conservatism later in their lives after years of cultural and intellectual poverty, bitterness, paranoia and avarice and have taken their toll.

But it’s a scientific fact — and you can’t argue with science — that someone with the foresight to have bypassed all that moral deterioration and park himself in the Australian Liberal Party early enough to be elected to the House of Representatives by the age of 20 cannot, despite whatever decent qualities he might possess, be anything other than a complete and utter bell-end.

So there, and here, you have him — His Young Honorableness Wyatt “Top Gun” Roy:

Thanks to reader THR for the suggestion.

Now, something a little different. Faceless Groupthink powerbroker Campbell emailed me his interpretation of ABC News 24’s Michael Rowland during the week — and since there’s no way I’d be able to top it, here it is:

See you next in Bob Katter’s Australia.

And the reader’s challenge this week is especially for Mark Latham who, true to form, appears to have submitted a blank comment in last week’s thread:

I’ll see you next in Abbott’s Australia.

And from one Ramsay to another, here — at the behest of Jonowee — is my crack at heroic chef turned barbarian Gordon’s good mate Tracy Grimshaw:

I could bullshit and say Scott Bridges’ Steve Fielding challenge came in too late for me to bother this week, but the truth is it’s got me stumped for the moment. I’m determined to get him right, so stay tuned.

Now, on to this week’s Lovechild. I couldn’t go past this nice young man, who still has more of Kevin Rudd’s blood on his hands than the surgeon who ripped out the poor bastard’s gall bladder this week — AWU national sechetary Paul Howes.

I’d love another challenge this week, GroupThinkers. And I promise not to be too sick or busy to have a crack at it.

No?

And since David F asked so nicely, here’s affable and cool-in-a-crisis Aussie cyclist Cadel Evans:

Until next week.

Sadly, it looks like he’ll be second in line at the patent office: