Even the straightest can bust a move, I mean she's one square peg, or so we thought, but now old Sandilands is comparing notches, tit for tat, no pun intended, I swear. We all thought that woman is beat, whipped and stiff as eggs and sugar. Then badda-bing... and Mr Murdoch's taken her in, has smoothed those peaks, softened the mix, and taken pity shots in sepia. "She's our favourite Premier ever", (nostalgically) "so clean and square". Never mention that funny round hole in the back-benches. Tap tap tap, nope, nobody's answering that phone-call and nobody's hearing anything dodgy, mate. She's straight as a cricket bat and solid as a barstool. Leave her be, you insensitive leftist do-gooders. A personal stuff-up mate, that's all, like poor old Barnaby. D'you remember him? "Australians all let us reJoyce." And here she is. She's our man. Nah mate. You're dreaming. Nobody can Bury Jiklian.