It was unseasonably hot for an early September morning in Sydney. The footpath sizzled like a sausage, but what also sizzled like a sausage was sausages. Thousands of sausages sizzling on hundreds of barbeques across the inner west, all in order to coerce the public to brave the heat and vote for this one guy or this other guy, or one of several other guys and girls. I’d already done it – I voted for this one guy earlier in the week. Being from Queensland, I was enrolled in my previous electorate of Ryan, and being a Queenslander, I hadn’t changed my address on the electoral roll. Today however, I had a different kind of roll in mind. A bread roll, with a hot…