The entrance to Clive Palmer’s salubrious digs is marked by a huge picture of the Titanic. Clive’s Titanic. The billboard shows the bow of the ship, seen from below, like it’s going to crush you as you drive into the the ritzy resort. Approaching on this Saturday night, election night, I thought it was a clever symbol for a doomed campaign: the massive, expensive, unsinkable ship known as Clive Palmer meets the iceberg of the electorate. And sinks.
But it didn’t, did it? Lively Clive — “Clively Palmer”? — looks to have perhaps won his seat (Fairfax) and as much as one-fifth of the national vote — with a couple of senators possibly thrown in for good measure.