Sydney, where I’m writing this from, is having a late, baking burst of summer: in the evenings, bats and rats flit across my back yard (by sky and fence, respectively), lazy shadows jagging towards the last of the light. In the bright, cicada-filled mornings, people plan how they might make the most of – or avoid – the sun, drink their coffee, and stand squinting at the lights, idly thumbing over their phones and trying to make sense of the week.
And what a week: (another) bad one for banks! Some very expensive boats for Australia! An Oscar for Paul Keating! A ratpocalypse for Paris! An OnlyFans doppelganger for … Adrian Chiles?
