What an extraordinary apparent coincidence.

Hag, shambolically reminiscing on great carousings past was staggering around the top end of Paterson St, Launceston last week when she thought she saw the eminent Apologist For All Things Forestry, Mont, and former Chief Media Harasser for the Bacon Government, Kenny, heading towards The Examiner building.

Hag was some way away … swaying slightly, her vision marred by the tears welling in her bloodshot eyes as she recalled wondrous dusk-til-dawn carousings in that great former journos’ pub, The Courthouse.
She swayed closer to these two urbane, well-dressed figures and she swears – although her word is notorious for its unreliablity and she was in the middle of a morbid reminiscence – that it was indeed Bruce Montgomery and Kenny Jeffries (reys? can never remember).

They were obviously off to pay their respects to the Editor and his execs and have a nice cup of Morning Breakfast, and probably to discuss The Evolution of the Monarchical Episcopate and contemplate String Theory, you know, the way you do over a social morning tea.

Remarkable – aren’t coincidences wonderful? – that on Sunday the Ex published that massive treatise which reveals the Pulp Mill to be the final answer to all Tasmania’s problems, and end world poverty to boot…