'So I'm at Brisbane airport the other morning ay, no other blackfellas in sight. And there's this wanker in front of me in the queue, giving everyone in earshot the shits. The queue was slow as, after the night I'd had with Tracy mob staying. Musta had four hours sleep, tops. And this dugai's standing there with his neck bright red underneath the world's shortest haircut and he's on the phone talking about the weekend at Bribie Island. Well, talking - more like broadcasting.' (Publication abstract)