I used to wonder what I’d say if I ever met the Prime Minister. Well, now I know.
One quiet day in August I arrived at the Newcastle Herald, made myself a cup of coffee, walked out into the newsroom and there right in my path was Julia Gillard. Before my brain had a chance to turn on I was introduced as the newspaper’s cartoonist and the PM’s gaze fixed upon me – along with most of the newsroom and her security entourage. She began with a comment about the way cartoonists draw her nose. At this point I should have swigged down the coffee, mumbled some pleasantries and moved away, but instead I discussed her pointy shnozz and then gushed that she was my favourite cartoon subject. Now, I could have said this about a male PM but not a female one. The newsroom erupted with embarrassed laughter and I was on the back foot for the rest of the conversation. To her credit the PM seemed amused by the whole thing and posed shortly after for a group shot.