Peter Garrett at last, does something, well I mean he says something. From a rampaging ‘beds are burning’ activist to the milquetoast ‘low on the pole’ Labor flunky, this 80s rock god has certainly morphed, well, dwarfed.
Even though he is merely pussyfooting around the environment issue, he has opened his mouth to express an opinion, a mellow mieow perhaps, rather than the roar we knew all those years ago, but nevertheless, once again he’s clawing away at the entrenched establishment.
Albeit this time it’s the doyen of glamour society, those who can afford to shell out $5.000 for a cat no different from the gigdairy moggie, save for bigger claws and a feral upbringing in Africa.
