It just gets better. After a brave attempt by various fellow travelers to pass off a drunken strip club visit by Australian Labor Party leader Kevin Rudd as proof that he's just a "bloke" and not the little prig everyone thought, more sober reflection has shifted the game to a Bubba Clinton-style "I didn't inhale" defense:
KERRY O’BRIEN: But can you remember seeing lap dancers performing?
KEVIN RUDD: Look, what I can recall in terms of the actual venue itself was that not much more than you would see in the last 20 years in a certain of the pubs in Australia, I’ve got to say.KERRY O’BRIEN: But that’s what I would like to clarify. Because you don’t see lap dancing in most pubs in Australia. Can you recall seeing lap dancers performing while you were there?
KEVIN RUDD: No, I can’t.
So the current spin is that Kev was so sh*t-faced he just sat there like a vegetable completely unaware of his surroundings. Not a pretty picture, but likely more acceptable to the Labor Party femnazis and the more straight-laced voters. Meanwhile, Sydney Morning Herald blogger Jack Marx got fired for being a little too imaginative about possible un-vegetable like behavior of the SMH's favorite politician:
The dancer would have begun with some general pole work; a few twirls here and there, leaning back, bending forward at the waist, that sort of thing. Nothing spectacular - not yet - just some gentle gymnastics to get the blood pumping. Perhaps she would have noticed the little man smiling at her from the edge of the stage, perhaps she didn't. But he noticed her, that's for sure. He couldn't keep his eyes off her. She was gorgeous.
That is one of the less exciting portions.
