eddie obeid, the hotel lobby and the paddy wagon
Mr Eddie Obeid was once the most powerful man in NSW politics, used to be, now he spends a lot of time talking to lawyers and barristers and defending himself against all sorts of nastiness.
All these allegations, coal mines, blocks of flats, coastal developments .. just a little business he reckons, I have a big family he says, a man has to plan for the future he reckons. I’m a little smarter than you think.
What millions? What hundreds of millions ? I never signed that paper, I never made that phone call. Never met the bloke, whatsisname, the mining minister, the bloke with no mates.
Mining for coal in the Hunter Valley ? Pull the other one son, I just want to grow flowers up there. What mining leases, what available tenancies, what tenders ?
There are some days when being a bottom rung copper driving a paddy wagon must be the best job in the city, like today, when Eddie and his legal people slid into the lobby of the Sheraton On The Park for a chat and a cup of tea after being monstered by those prosecuting smart-arses who work for ICAC (The Independent Commission Against Corruption). Mr Obeid is not used to being treated like a dimwit, he’s from Lebanon.
And there, sat outside in front of the hotel, in front of the Carrera and the Bentley, was a cop wagon, with a cop in it, and when Mr. Obeid left his party and rang for his car, all he could do was look at the Paddy wagon, and the Constable at the wheel, and imagine the ride the local plod were planning for him at a later date.
They followed him when he drove away, right on his arse, it’s the Australian way.