An anonymous contributor writes this re Brian Pontifex.
“When I was in Narrogin, bloody Pontifex Maximus was in yr12 at school. You couldn’t open the fucking paper without seeing a piece on Pontifex. Young Pontifex helping granny across Rd, Pontifex declaiming from the podium at the Rostrum club, Pontifex joining the junior Rotary Club, Pontifex raising money for the Narrogin Bowls club. Pontifex helping another old crone across the Rd — To the bowling Club. Pontifex discovering old Indian burial ground. Pontifex forming the Narrogin Junior Old Indian Burial Ground Preservation Society, Pontifex, Pontifex, Pontifex! Now I hear he’s helping another Old relic aka Colin Barnett. Dixie Marshal is no Spring Chicken either. Pontifex might be able to offer an arm as she struggles to get out of her car. I won’t be going back to the Subiaco Hotel if old Pontifex is going to be there mistaking some short haired dickhead in a suit and glasses for Mark McGowan. Here’s a picture of the young Pontifex in the Narrogin paper, no doubt after annoyingly completing some good deed. Shut up with your Pontifexes!…”