As he whiles away his time in jail whittling horses from soap, Obeid hopefully was cheered by the frequency and energy with which he was mentioned in dispatches yesterday. On a cheerier note, we’d like to mention a finer figure from Keneally’s Macquarie Street days. We speak, of course, of Imre Salusinszky, who for a lamentably brief period went all noir in these august pages. Exhibit A: “A sickly light had begun to spread across Sydney by the time the car dropped me off in Chinatown. I walked up the stairs into the Golden Century. They were still cleaning up the joint. There was a blonde standing at the bar, nursing a martini. She looked familiar. Or maybe it was the martini. ‘I’m looking for someone,’ I said. `Some people call her Kristina. Some people call her the Right Honourable KK Keneally. Some people call her …’ She cut me off. ‘Hello, Imre. It’s good to see you again. How’s the benign prostate enlargement?’” Keneally responded to Salusinszky’s stylings with a missive to our letters page. “I am, in line with your NSW political reporter Imre Salusinszky’s decision to report on the election in the style of Raymond Chandler, responding in kind,” she began. And so she did, eventually making it to this: “I sighed. I knew there were impressionable journos, open to the charms of Mike Baird’s batting eyelids. But Imre? Surely not. Yet there it was. In black and white. Imre’s dalliances in the past, his references to Sweet-pea, the risk of him becoming a lackey messenger for Big Barry. It turned my blood cold. I knew one thing. Shooting the messenger had never been my style. But styles come and go.” Alas, Keneally informed Strewth at the time she would “not be delivering my campaign launch speech this weekend in Chandleresque style”. A mistake, as it turned out.