The day after my detour through the Mad Max carpark, I sent Leo a copy of my second letter to The Australian. I didn't expect him to be happy. After all, the Centre's April memo on its Communications Strategy was clear (Chapter 8): The Melbourne CSHE and LH Martin Institute maintain good relations with a…

"They're bastards." I was standing in the Vice-Chancellor's office on a Tuesday afternoon in late May. On the way up to Level 9, I'd reflected that it had been a decade since I'd worked in the Raymond Priestley Building. Back in 2005, I'd been part of a small group that the VC had enlisted to…