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.