Northern Territory Chief Minister Adam Giles looks mightily pissed off. Never the readiest man with a smile he sits alone, glaring at you with a quiet fury.
From his arm run the bloody tubes that give him at least a chance at a normal life and filter the toxins from his blood. Three times a week he sits swaddled in a cold room for five hours, hooked up to a whirring, blinking machine.
Behind him the icecream-cake-parliament-house that was once his palace looms large through the window, curtained with the puckered-arsehole of the desert rose and southern cross that adorn the Northern Territory flag.
On the wall a campaign poster shows a younger happier man with his favourite campaign slogan.
“No more sit down money.”READ MORE