Not the National Press Club

Fists haven't been the only things flying in Coburg recently. Kerry Ryan watches eight election candidates go through their paces. Like most people, I was doing something else while Malcolm Turnbull and Bill Shorten were doing their impression of two trees falling in a far-off forest during the leader's debate at the National Press Club. I can't quite remember what, but it was probably very important. Thanks to catch-up television I managed to check out the debate the next day. Well, some of it. The first twelve or so minutes, anyway. The important thing to note is that I tried.