It is not surprising that someone whose CV’s bright spots include a taking a role as “communications coordinator” for an outfit called the International Campaign to Abolish Nuclear Weapons and penning a soft-shoe biography of Bob Brown (“Gentle Revolutionary”) might have trouble with the real world of market forces. Hence one James Norman’s rant in The Punch that the aforementioned career trajectory has not put him on the Melbourne property ladder. Bizarrely, he even argues that property ownership is bad for community, because renters generally move more often. Huh?
Anyway, so far so predictable. What is surprising, however, is that someone who’s attempted to make something of a living off his skills with the written word writes so … well, take a look at his first paragraph:
On any weekend in one of Australia’s cities, in what has become something of a ritualistic right of passage for aspiring home-owners, crowds of eagle-eyed punters gather on suburban curb sides hoping to secure themselves a slice of residential security, or at least to get a whiff of which way the fickle winds of the housing market are blowing.
If clichés were gold, mate, you’d be living in Toorak.
Prick With A Fork 
What’s a “right of passage”? Is that like a train ticket?
Marcus: You quart a miss steak in there righting of that paragraph. Well dun, here here, who ray!
I bet he’s the kind of prat that objects to cheap housing on the urban fringe because it lacks public transport and consumes undeveloped land; and simultaneously objects to the demolition and redevelopment of large inner city housing blocks into apartments because that sort of activity generates profits for greedhead developers.
Where can I find “suburban curb sides”? Is that a fancy term for a fence?