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THERE was something unsettling about the flashy New York meeting between Malcolm Turnbull and US President Donald Trump last month.
There was no official welcome at the White House for Australia’s first couple.
Instead Trump left the Australian Prime Minister waiting at a hotel for three hours before their first face-to-face meeting at commemorations of the Battle of Coral Sea. Still Turnbull smiled. Then there was an awkward press conference where Turn- bull held a fixed grin while Trump accused the media of making up porkies about that testy phone call on refugees.
“It was a bit of fake news,” Trump said.
Turnbull backed him in: “That’s exactly right.”
Cheers Mal. Again, they smiled.
At the celebrity bash that followed there were back slaps and bro hugs and even John Travolta was there.
Turnbull continued to grin, albeit a rather unconvincing one.
On Wednesday night at a less ritzy affair in Canberra, the Prime Minister’s facade finally cracked when he discovered some comic timing and delivered a cracking impersonation of The Don.
The best! You won’t believe how good it was.
It was a moment of truth that showed that Turnbull is capable of having a giggle at Trump’s unique manner.
He gets it. He sees what we see.
Much has been written about the merits of an off-therecord dinner and whether Channel Nine’s Laurie Oakes