We have spoken many times before about the strangely paranoiac public, political and media reaction to the sight of people trying to reach Australian shores.
Again I felt a paranoiac certainty that in telling his tale Sigismund Blondy had enlisted me in a theatrical invention cast me in a role for the benefit of an unknown audience, perhaps only himself.
And while I did enjoy skeet and target shooting when I was a kid at summer camp, I have never, as an adult, been a hunter nor do I suffer from any paranoiac instincts requiring me to install an armory in the family room because of a fear that my government might be thinking about coming to get me.