On Friday I attended a trivia night and turned up a little late after a rather frustrating episode concerning car keys on the back seat of my locked car.
I was on a table with a group of young ladies who would never to confess to being political junkies or news hounds and unashamedly have no interest in politics — which pretty much sums up most of the Australian population.
Before I got there the organisers handed out a sheet with photos of “well-known” people and the girls jumped on me on my arrival (no, not that kind of way sadly) to see if I knew who the cricketer on the top line of faces was — it was Matthew Hayden.
I wrote down Haydos’ name, and tweeted Leigh Sales with a Twitpic of an attractive young woman featured on the sheet to see if it was her (it wasn’t, and yes I know that was cheating).
Then I noticed Malcolm Turnbull’s pic on the sheet, his name already filled in by the girls as … Brendan Nelson!
I couldn’t work out if this reflects worse on the standard level of political awareness in Australian or on poor old Malcolm himself.