On Tuesday night, someone popped meth in my cocoa. Normally at 10pm on a weekday, I take a soothing draught of Beverley O’Connor, an ABC News 24 presenter whose delivery is always warm enough. She utters words like “Mosul” and “children” with such anxious compassion, I feel like I can sleep. Beverley takes things seriously. Beverley is vigilant on my behalf. She would never be upbeat, for example, about a gang of libertarian billionaires planning to build an Ayn Rand city state paradise in the middle of the ocean.
Oh, but she was. And that night, having some passing familiarity with the story about Billionaire Island, I could not sleep, knowing that Beverley was now unconscious.