A high-profile Melbourne restaurateur got pissed and tried to drive home. He went to court and lost his licence (The Age, 18/7/2006). The Age soft-peddles this crime with whimsy, bonhomie, a sympathetic ear and cute kitchen puns.
Publicists must be up in arms at this journalist's blatant incursion into their profession. Can we assume that The Age editorial staff won't be seeing any bills at Grossi Florentino?