Glamorous Age scribe Suzanne Carbone is on the must-invite list for every conceivable public event in Melbourne, and naturally scored an invitation to the opening of funky Japanese robot exhibition at RMIT’s art gallery tomorrow.
In her column today, Ms Carbone explores the issue of robots and their increasingly high function, concluding with a line suggesting that a “really smart” robot could replace her role as the once-quality broadsheet’s gossip columnist, as early as Christmas. While sultry Suzanne is undoubtedly irreplaceable, there are certainly more than a few drones and lefty machine-men in The Age’s lavishly expensive Media House who appear to be fuelled by the “Fair Trade” coffee served in the ground floor coffee joint (aside from radio, reputedly the only profitable part of the whole building).
And with The Age’s staff leaving with monster-sized cheques (we hear of 18 months redundancy pay for some, as much as 36 months in some cases, with mortgage-busting epic pay-outs that will allow the journos to shuffle off with quiet lefty dignity before working for Big Tobacco or an arms manufacturer). “Being accepted for a redundancy is like winning Greg Hywood Lotto, he’s a mix of Santa and Grim Reaper.” The cruellest fate at Fairfax, it seems, is being denied departure and its accompanying big cheque.