IS JONES ABOUT TO COME OUT?
Four-time Walkley Award winning political commentator and Churchill Fellow, has returned to the fray over concern that the integrity of news dissemination is continually being threatened by a partisan media.
He has the female trait of never disclosing his age but broadcaster Alan Jones is (or is about to turn) 74 and he’s not going anywhere. Dipping his toe into the gay debate yesterday is absolutely his style after spending his entire life hiding the fact that he is gay.
Okay, so he’s homosexual but he is an old school homosexual who needed to endure the terms poofter and faggot and had always sought and found sexual gratification in the most secure of places.
At functions during the eighties he always made a point of ignoring me as I irreverently used poofter jokes at functions and guest speaker engagements and often in my newspaper cartoons, maybe he was more concerned at being featured on the next calendar.
But nowadays it doesn’t stop him reading on air directly from my articles without attribution. No worries. As far as old queens go he deserves admiration for his tenacity if nothing else.
“When does the bastard sleep”, I asked Singo. “He’s everywhere, there’s never a gig he knocks back”. But Singo was the same... with a dollop more entertainment.
In contrast to Jones, Lawsie off air was lonely, shy and self deprecating. I would fly over to his Central Coast property, down the valley from mine, to see him playing tennis with a machine that shot balls back at him, so I would often land and have a set or two and a drink.
Jones is different, he has a passionate opinion on every bloody thing from fracking to Gillard and Newman with a blood pressure to match, but you don’t need to be Freud to realise he is hiding a huge compartment of his life and maybe, just maybe, he is about to out himself.
His partner, suggested by many to be his live-in butler, would probably welcome an outing too, because I have never seen Jones at a function accompanied by anyone. But who knows what is in his complicated head.
Fairfax and the ABC hate him and snidely refer to his dalliance in a London toilet, where he was set up by two coppers, but he angrily denies that too.
I honestly feel sorry for him in my mellowing age, how can you live a life without being able to openly show affection toward anyone?
The ABC’s Chris Masters alluded to paedophilia probably on the grounds that love letters he wrote to young boys were found in his desk and that he once coached a young Quirindi footy club evoking visions of post-match showers.
Well, that’s unfair, I have never seen him in that light but it’s past time he became fair dinkum with his audience. It’s wrong that he viciously tears others apart while at the same time pontificating on the rights and wrongs of homosexuality and gay marriage without declaring an interest.
Then again “cash for comment” should also require a declaration of interest, but that’s the enigmatic Jones and there will never be another one.
So if you like him, enjoy him while you can, he’s not well.