Local Masters student, Steven Coote (25), is all too willing to take a potshot at those who he believes have too much power, in a little process he likes to tell himself is ‘speaking truth to power.’

Unfortunately, for intelligent discourse at large, this mainly manifests in Steven just repeating much cleverer takes he’s seen on Twitter, to anyone who will listen, which is very often no-one at all.

Take today, for example. As he strode into his ‘home office’ in his West End sharehouse, whistling a merry tune to no-one in particular, he yelled out loud ‘a group of white men is called a podcast,’ only serving to disturb the sleepy Greek family that live next door and are technically his landlords.

Chuckling as he boiled a jug in preparation to make a tea, he repeated the comment again, underscoring to no one but himself the sheer brilliance of that turn of phrase.

‘It’s marvellous,’ he thought, his beefy thighs chafing underneath a pair of corduroy trousers and a loose button-up short-sleeve tucked-in to the trousers and kept in place by a tastefully woven hemp belt.

‘They’ve taken the idea of a collective noun, one of the least interesting elements of proper English grammar and punctuation, and they’ve weaponized it to speak truth to power. Brilliant!’

Unfortunately for Steven, he is having to grapple with the fact that he literally wants nothing more in this world than to start a podcast-based discussion of the topics that interest him, including the mid-90s tastes of director Paul Verhoeven, and the elusive ‘Best Pho in Brisbane.’

This internal crisis will be resolved by months of procrastination, our reports indicate, before a half-assed podcast attempt is abandoned after six minutes of dead air.

You rock, Steve! No more to come.