Well its not me.
It could well be though.
Sat in the corner, in a comfortable vinyl lounge chair, well disinfected for a covid safe environment the video streams the intrigues of the Victorian IBAC enquiry into the alleged corruption at Casey Council. Michael Tovey QC, counsel assisting rather than a Queen’s Counsel, might better be described the Quintessential Cook, his onion peeling is exquisite.
The reflected glare of the witness’s computor screens in his glasses is a muted blueish tinged hue, when mixed with his increasingly reddening complexion merges purple at his glasses frames.
The questioning goes round and round, in a diminishing spiral.
“I don’t recall,” inevitably becomes the mantra as the core of the question is revealed.
“I’ve no idea,” another mea culpa.
The commissioner occasionally refers back to counsel assisting to temper his frustration.
None of this was expected when created to see the disinfecting light of day. The lies are tangled and the commissioner seeks to relieve the witness of his embarrassment with a ten minute comfort break.
Rising, from vinyl seclusion, I stretch my legs and wander across the room.
I glance across as I pass an old codger at a public computor screen
Gawd I’m flabbergasted and can’t get back to the IBAC.
He’s got a full screen of male dick pics up on the screen!
The Hobart Chinaman 