It’s been something of a day here in old Sydney Town. Hilarious, farcical and a bit sad.
For a while now I’ve felt that Premier Barry O’Farrell’s face was looking more and more like Munch’s famous painting The Scream.
His flesh seemed to be melting down off his skull like a late night candle. Only those huge ears and eye sockets would be left by Christmas.
Now all of him will be gone by Christmas.
Watching the news coverage tonight I saw footage of his election. CHANGE FOR NEW SOUTH WALES the banners boldly declared. GRANGE FOR NEW SOUTH WALES, as it turned out.
I’m glad he plans to retire to a vineyard somewhere. So he should. In a vineyard no-one can hear you scream.
The sad thing is this only reveals he is the sort of Premier likely to be better than the next one who rorts their way to the throne. A semi-decent bloke – far from the looniest, lunatic loon likely to take over – proves he might have been worth keeping on by the fact of his leaving.
It’s the more rehearsed crooks and shysters and Sidinosters of this world – those who blatantly ‘can’t recall’ ‘didn’t ask’ ‘don’t care’ – who stay on to run and ruin our body politic.