CLANCY OVERELL | Editor | Contact
For a little while there, Bronwyn Williams forgot that she would be entering her place of employment in just over 12 hours, that was until the unique sound of the 60 minutes clock began ticking aggressively.
For many, the sound of the ticking clock is associated with a warning that some excruciatingly mediocre journalism will be on their TV screens for the next 60 minutes.
For hedonistic millennials who like to enjoy weekends fuelled by drugs and or alcohol, and end up severely dopamine depraved by Sunday afternoon/evening, the ticking clock is also a stark reminder that the weekend is over. Done and dusted.
The once-groundbreaking program conceived under the reign of Kerry Packer, 60 minutes is still a staple in many households across the country and serves to remind Williams every single Sunday night that she has pissed away her weekend once again.
“Ah fuck. Lying on the couch like the shell of a human I am, it always makes me wonder, should I have done something a little different with my weekend?” she told our reporters a short time ago.
“Maybe a nice quiet weekend away down the Sunshine Coast. Maybe I could even just spend some time with my family. I don’t know, I just always get this longing sense of regret after the fact.”
“Anyway. Weekends over. Get out. I wanna watch this story about some stranger with a rare medical illness I’ve never heard off.”
