Friday, October 31, 2003
Kathryn Greiner says “My Sydney the epitome of intellectual, cultural and spiritual maturity”
Dozens of eager search parties set immediately off to find such apparently undiscovered real estate. They are all disappointed to find that, instead of threadbare artists sitting around all day in ripe-for-demolition cafes, Centennial Park’s only claim to culture is a rich grumpy old poof who died in 1990.
When challenged over her misleading hyperbole, the insouciant Greiner replies: “Did I say 'epitome'? Oh dear – I meant epigone”.
Dozens of eager search parties set immediately off to find such apparently undiscovered real estate. They are all disappointed to find that, instead of threadbare artists sitting around all day in ripe-for-demolition cafes, Centennial Park’s only claim to culture is a rich grumpy old poof who died in 1990.
When challenged over her misleading hyperbole, the insouciant Greiner replies: “Did I say 'epitome'? Oh dear – I meant epigone”.
