Where's Wally? Geoff Clark is there, too ...

Far be it from me to talk about my job on this here blog, but JB was caught up in the mother of all media scrums yesterday covering the conclusion of Aboriginal leader Geoff Clark's civil rape trial. In short, Clark - who once held the lucrative and important position of the now-defunct Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander Commission - was found to have led two pack rapes of a girl shortly after her 16th birthday, himself still a teen, more than 35 years ago.

I don't want to really talk about it in this personal and therefore precious space, so you can Google his name to get the 411. But I liked the picture and have received much grief from colleagues and friends alike that a picture of me, tongue sticking out whilst trailing an impassive Clark following the verdict was on the front of today's newspaper. Apparently I was on many news services last night as well. It was very quick and some of the throng, myself included, were lucky enough not to be hit by passing traffic.

K-Lenko sent me this dispatch via e-mail today: "I love to see a reporter hungry for a story, licking his lips at the prospect of a scoop and getting his mug on the front of the esteemed broadsheet. Showed a couple of people in the office and all agree it was quite funny." Funny perhaps, but definitely worthy of a pay rise too.