Monday, December 1, 2008

Freaking Out Bob Carr and Drinking Nudies

Gosh, I'm a natural with politicians. I attended the Voiceless Awards night at The Mint last week. All the usual suspects were there - Malcolm Caulfield, Katrina Sharman, Angela Radich, Stephen Lee, Rasha Skybey, John Mancy, Nick Patrick, Brian Sherman, Ondine Sherman and Maryland Wilson. The tight-knit group that is the Australian animal rights law community, and some of my favourite people. We stood around before the awards bit kicked off, drinking Nudies and chatting about live exports and kangaroo culling. You know, normal party conversation.

Hugo Weaving is the Voiceless spokesperson/mascot, so he hung around looking unshaven and famous and discharged his duties by shaking hands with the awards recipients.

After the awards were handed out Bob Carr launched the new Voiceless report From Nest to Nugget. His speech was impressive and he spoke of the 'killer facts' in the report that ultimately win the animal rights debate. Some time after that I was waiting outside for MBH to pick me up when Bob Carr sauntered outside to wait for his driver. I said 'Good speech Bob' but I didn't expect him to come over and strike up a conversation. Unfortunately, I immediately developed a bad case of blathermouth and said many, many irrelevant, embarrassing and downright weirdy things. He looked deeply relieved when his carr (geddit?) arrived and he sprinted into it and off into the night.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Top post - all that is missing is a few "nuggets" from yr Carr conversation. Did you ask the bastard what the f*** he ever did with the trains ?

Senji said...

bastard? f***? Gosh, it wasn't really that kind of conversation. It was less hard-hitting and a bit more ... um ... free associating?

Anonymous said...

Blathermouth and ridiculous and innappropriate comments from a cotton mouth fiend in the presence of anyone above a C-list celebrity. I can totally relate!! What did you say?

Senji said...

Hmmm ... I can't really remember now. I think it was just a verbal brain dump containing everything that had been lurking in my head that evening. Poor Bob. I'm probably lucky I didn't get tackled by whatever passes for "secret service" in this state of ours ...