Another wonderful tale from my very own home state; South Australia. Just like the old logo, it's SA... Great?

So. About a fortnight ago, our premier, Mr Mike Rann, was at the National Wine Centre to attend the Labor Pary SA Progressive Business function. Mr Rann was, I assume, enjoying his dinner - you would hope so, @ $600 per head - when all of a sudden a man came up behind him and started attacking him from behind. The attacker used a rolled-up magazine, and apparently thrust it consecutively into Mr Rann's face.

Kudos to Mr Rann, though. He brazenly appeared on the streets of Adelaide the next morning with unmistakable red bruising on one of his cheeks. When everyone got over the shock that our premier had been attacked, the questions soon began. What caused the seemingly unprovoked attack? Or was there something more sinister happening?

It didn't take long before the media had learnt what caused the assault.

The attacker's name is Rick Phillips. On the night in question he was at a wine tasting upstairs at the National Wine Centre. Apparently, or should i say, allegedly (even though there are witnesses to the attack and the man himself admits to it) when Mr Phillips discovered that Rann was at a function in the centre he 'rushed downstairs and allegedly struck Mr Rann repeatedly in the face'.

Allegedly, allegedly. Fucking bullshit; that If someone murdered another on live television do we still need to say allegedly? Did two planes allegedly fly into the Twin Towers causing them to "allegedly" fall down? Allegedly is a crack of shit.

But, Giorge.tv has already been threatened with legal action so must make sure I allegedly do the right thing...

So Mr Phillips, why did you - allegedly - attack our premier, Mike Rann?

Well, well, well. As it turns out, Mr Phillips is - allegedly - a jealous man and is angry at our premier after it was revealed the premier had a "friendship" with Mr Phillips' then wife.

First of all - this guy is no longer with her wife and if he is still caught up on something that actually happened or only happened in his head. Perhaps he should be seeing a therapist rather than beating up the premier...

It seems that the publicity that has risen after the impromptu attack on Mike Rann is exactly what Mr Phillips wanted. He stated to the media that he is looking forward to his December court date for then people will know of the reasons for it.

Ah... but we all ready know. You - allegedly - saw to that, didn't you, Mr Phillips? All those letters you sent to the premier wanting to know the exact nature of his relationship with your wife. Well, they've found their way into the Sunday Mail. Now, isn't that convenient. Now we can all see for ourselves what a jealous, possessive, insecure control freak you really are!

Michelle Chantelois, Mr Phillips' former wife used to work in the dining room at parliament house. It is believed that this is where she met Mr Rann, whom she soon began a friendship with. A friendship that Rann's then partner and now wife, Sasha Carruozzo, was aware of. During the week, Mr Rann has also spoken about Ms Chantelois, describing her as a 'terrific person, great mother and she became a good friend.'

I think Mr Phillips has forgot that men and women can actually be friends. Does not mean that any affairs are happening. Does not mean that you need to flush your pride down the toilet and start accusing people of affairs.

Admittedly, according to Mr Phillips, his wife seemed to have an extraordinary amount of contact with the premier. Yet it is understandable that Ms Chantelois was simply turning to a supportive friend to help get her through what seems like a horrible marriage.

Sometimes, when you are dealing with an obsessive, aggressive, jealous, possessive partner, you have no one to turn to. Too embarrassed to tell your friends. And yes, you do yearn for the company of men, sometimes simply to see what decent men are supposed to be like.

Yet Mr Phillips did not see it this way. He believed that something untoward was happening between his wife and the premier. To get to the bottom of it, he wrote to the premier several times asking that he and his wife sit down with him and his wife to try and work out what actually went on in their 'friendship'.

Oh yeah, that would make for a comfortable conversation.

When that didn't work, Mr Phillips then sent further letters, telling the premier he felt he was not being responsible in his friendship with Ms Chantelois. He told the premier that he had a 'duty of care to a young mother who seems a little naive and a little lost, and comes to you for some support and friendship?'.

And when that didn't work, Mr Phillips then wrote to the premier's partner, Sasha Carruozzo, telling her that Rann was 'constantly text messaging and phoning my wife for over 15 months.'

What the feck are you doing checking your wife's phone for, you idiot? Talk about breaking trust. Talk about jealousy.

Yes, Mr Rann did believe he had a duty of care to her. He offered her friendship and support, obviously something you (allegedly) never gave her. And really; how right is it to put in writing that you believe your wife to be naive and lost? Perhaps because she's always been told what to do by yourself, Mr Phillips (allegedly)? Perhaps she is naive because you like to  - allegedly - keep her that way?

Of course, Mr Rann has not come out of this smelling like roses, but thankfully, neither has Mr Phillips. I'm sure that he thought releasing these letters would show Adelaide a different side to Mr Rann, or to show how he himself has been so hard-done by. Actually, Mr Phillips; it doesn't. As stated above, we see a jealous, controlling man who obviously has no shame and is quite happy to air his dirty laundry in public.

As for his wife, Michelle Chantelois, this poor woman now has to deal with this going in public. She didn't ask for this. All she wanted was friendship, and perhaps to have a man in her life who cared for her, rather than controlled her. If Mr Rann was that man, so what?

As for Mike Rann... well; I'm sure this story will be hanging around for a lot longer than his bruises.