It seems the dear leader was far from impressed with the public servants' report on the casino joke. That was not at all the report he wanted and they've been told to produce a better one. Meanwhile, still no sign of a brick being laid, far less a card being dealt. Take our tip: Don't bet on it. Grubby had better watch out. It seems he has a rival for Shazza's favours. The new (and much younger) bull in the paddock got a grovelling and in places hilarious hymn to the dear leader published in Australia while the older man has been strangely silent. Qorvis is watching.
Ah, big Ben, you've done it again. Krankie's preferred torturer got straight to the bottom of things with the captured jail breakers using a rifle barrel in his usual unnatural manner. What's his attraction to this kind of activity? And why does the dear leader so favour him? We think we should be told.
Who is the frequent flying Mecca facer trying to muscle in on a Kings Cross nitespot? Watch this space for the highly unholy Islamic answer.