WHILE dangling the Liptons in the vaguely lukewarm water they provide us with in the ugliest building in Murray Street, I overheard a conversation between two heavily be-suited types which suggested a prominent member of the pro-forestry Lobby movement was about to toss it in, and what a loss he would be, etc, etc.
Only clue in all that, the gender.
John Gay? Probably not.
Evan Rolley? Mmmmmm. Perhaps he will become a fashion icon, specialising in collar-less shirts and suits. So don’t throw out the Beatles suit yet, it might be coming back.
Barry Chipman? Perhaps he going to become Barry Fries and be a lobbyist for the Tasmanian spud growers diddled by McDonalds.
All this from a snippet in the morning tea room. Well one more. Perhaps the learned TT readers know more and can fill us in. If a couple of the be-suited types are whispering it in the corridors of power, others must know about it too.
And I don’t believe it, but I have continued TT’s pre-occupation with matters foresty. Whip me now.
— NUDGER
Cameron Hindrum
July 14, 2005 at 08:10
How simply fascinating, the departure of Mr Montgomery from the corridors of old-growth conservatism and the inner sanctum of this state’s boys-own forestry industry.
I applaud his optimism in thinking that he could hack through the cigar smoke, put up with the hopeless political incorrectness and actually begin the process of dragging this industry into the 21st century, but I am not remotely surprised that it in the end, it was all too much; the egos were too big, the profit margins were too wide, the pockets for pissing in were too deep, on and on and on it goes.
With any luck these mendacious minions of government policy, these timid miscreant sultans of spin, will implode after the hot air they release with their empty platitudes ignites from the heat of yet another aggressive yet fully unavoidable regeneration burn, and leave those of us who really give a shit to carry on with our tireless efforts to save the planet.
I suppose it’s too much to ask for Monty to have had an epiphany to accompany this arrival at basic common sense, and lend his services to a grass-roots community organisation who would be both appreciative and welcoming of his insider knowledge — like TRAC, for example, the Tamar Residents Action Committee. Of course, I’m probably barking up the wrong tree.