Yes, that’s right, The Herald Sun, the fact that you, living in a free country with a democratically elected government, might have to pay slightly more for your electricity is exactly the same as living under an oppressive dictatorial regime in the Middle East.
There’s been some unfortunate sporting endorsements on the airwaves here in Australia during our big summer of sport. Inevitably England’s domination of the Ashes was never going to be entirely compatible with all those ads featuring Aussie cricketers that popped up in between overs.
Just how many multivitamins does Ricky Ponting need to take, one wonders, to feel better after once more leaving the field with just a handful of runs to his name. And I can only assume that when VB filmed the ad for their “If They Get The Score, You Get The Cash” promotion, in which an off-screen interviewer asks Shane Watson how he feels about picking up a big score of 3, that they didn’t expect it would be quite so close to the truth.
And don’t get me started on Mitchell Johnson being loudly berated by the Barmy Army for his erratic bowling one minute (“he bowls to the leeeeeft… he bowls to the riiiiiiight… that Mitchell Johnson, his bowling is ….”) and then popping up to sell us Gatorade the next.
But by far the worst sporting endorsement on the Australian airwaves at the moment is the following rather disturbing insight into the rather sad life of Aussie tennis hope Sam Stosur.
Really, is this supposed to be aspirational? If being one of your country’s best female tennis players means going home alone to your sterile, depressing, lonely apartment with only a fridge packed with microwave ready meals to look forward to and a phonecall from your dad while you eat your meal-for-one out of its plastic container, then frankly it’s no wonder Australia is struggling to find their next tennis great.