The Aussies have ditched yet another prime minister, making dear old New Zealand look like an island of sanity and delivering us some political lessons from which we should learn.
The victim, Malcolm Turnbull, had a short but disastrous career as PM, lasting under three years in the job.
He seemed from a distance a kind of sensible "small c" conservative, a bit like Sir Bill English, who should have flourished in a liberal, tolerant society like Australia but the only feather in his cap was the legalisation of same-sex marriage which he achieved via a referendum.
Turnbull had swooped on his hapless predecessor, Tony Abbott, when Abbott's born-in-England forelock-tugging tendencies got the better of him and he bestowed one of the Australian knighthoods he'd newly revived on the Queen's husband.
Media of all kinds had a fun making a mockery of what Abbott called his "captain's pick" and I recall one newspaper underlined how silly all this was by publishing the full list of his titles (before the Australian knighthood) which went: His Royal Highness The Prince Philip, Duke of Edinburgh, Earl of Merioneth, Baron Greenwich, Royal Knight of the Most Noble Order of the Garter, Extra Knight of the Most Ancient and Most Noble Order of the Thistle, Member of the Order of Merit, Knight Grand Cross of the Royal Victorian Order, Grand Master and First and Principal Knight Grand Cross of the Most Excellent Order of the British Empire, Additional Member of the Order of New Zealand, Extra Companion of the Queen's Service Order, Royal Chief of the Order of Logohu, Extraordinary Companion of the Order of Canada, Extraordinary Commander of the Order of Military Merit, Canadian Forces Decoration, Lord of Her Majesty's Most Honourable Privy Council, Member of the Queen's Privy Council for Canada, Personal Aide-de-Camp to Her Majesty, Lord High Admiral of the United Kingdom.