FOR ONCE, Australia really is punching above its weight in the world
My mother, Sage of Winchelsea, Skyped me from her rural Victorian hearth to ask what I was doing in Cairo. ‘Profiling Egypt’s richest man, and writing about Australia’s relevance in the world,’ I told her as the Nile — less romantic than the mind’s eye has it — flowed disappointingly though no less pharoanically by my hotel.