Break our fast - 2004-01-23
Where the hell did Steve Liebmann disappear to, and how are we supposed to get this year started with both the breakfast shows carrying on as if it's poker night at David Koch's house?
Seven's Sunrise, the televisual equivalent to a fat man's Mambo shirt, appears to be making some permanent impact on the breakfast landscape. It was supposed to be a novelty, an object of fun, a fad. But when Nine starts following Seven into the abyss of garrulous daylight stupidity, it might be time to find refuge at Ten's Cheez TV.
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