Last week I found myself in the classic bad dream scenario of standing in front of a classroom with no clothes on.
Oh, OK. Maybe that’s a slight exaggeration. But the experience was still fantastically nightmarish.
It all happened when I was addressing the grim topic of job prospects with 160 third-year media students at my Sydney university. That’s when I noticed something odd on the ground at my feet. “Jees,” I thought, looking down. “What’s that strange black thing round my ankles?”
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