Men going to strip clubs. Now what is so controversial about that age-old tradition? Apparently when family values men do it. The "outrage" really leaves me stone-cold because I couldn't care less what they do in their spare time, even if it is on a Government-sponsored trip. You only get paid for a 40-hour work week and the rest of the time should be your own to do as you please.
The Herald newspaper asked New Zealand politicians whether they have ever visited a strip club. And unsurprisingly a lot of them have - even female MPs.
So instead of going all holier-than-thou in what amounts to harmless entertainment, the Australian voters should be pleased with that more rounded picture of their possible future Prime Minister and celebrate his heterosexuality.
I, of course, make it my business to visit as many houses of debauchery as possible when I travel (and even at home). Not many strip clubs as such, but I remember living in the East End of London in the late 1980s where it was tradition for many working men to go to the pub at Friday lunchtime when the management kindly put on a female stripper. For all us gay boys there used to be and still is the White Swan pub in Limehouse where, on Wednesday nights, an assortment of East End urchins of all ages and sizes competed in the amateur stripper night with a prize of £50 for the winnner (at the time a week's rent bill, I see the prize money has doubled over 20 years).
It was always a raucous night with noisy guffaws when for the the umpteenth time the same fat old git strode on stage, tediously proceeding to reveal is stumpy todger and who perennially lost to any local barrow lad worth his spunk in gold wrist jewelry.
If it's good enough for us, it should be good enough for politicians too.
And there is a fun take on culture in Australia and New Zealand here. Apparently it's not only found in yoghurt pots.