INTERVIEWED THE DEPUTY PM, BARNABY JOYCE; P48
Barnaby loves his Akubra – ever worn one yourself?
Often, but never around my son’s pet rabbits. I’m more of an urban dandy – short brim, five-gallon limit.
What most surprised you about him?
His rage – at injustice, at charlatans, at lazy glad-handers. And his music taste – I hadn’t picked him as a Radiohead fan.
Is he somewhat eccentric – or does he mug for the cameras?
Barnaby’s a bushie – hot under the collar, dry as a dead dingo’s, you know… But he still knows how to jangle his spurs for media.
He’s claimed his superpower is “rum and coke” – yours?
Coopers ‘n’ caffeine.
You started out as a newspaper copy kid at 15. What lessons stick with you from that time?
I learnt the who/what/ where/why/when principles just by watching and listening. It was three years until I wrote a story. I still approach journalism as bricklaying with words – content, shape, strength, energy, sweat.
And you’re now a book publisher by day – three titles every man should read by 30?
Gallipoli by Les Carlyon; Post Office by Charles Bukowski; The Last Quarter by Martin Flanagan.
Is there a stand-out interview from your years in this game?
I interviewed Roger Rogerson a few times. Brilliant cop. Terrible villain. Boisterous company. Yin and yang with a badge.
And you once hosted global Discovery Channel series Five Star Insider – greatest career lark to date?
I could tell you it was investigative reporting where I kicked in doors to find out how the high and mighty get off. But I’d be lying. I travelled the world, spun an endless thread of twaddle, ate $80 burgers and crapped rainbows for a year.