“The rehabilitation of James Packer has begun …” with news that the billionaire has checked himself into “The Pavilion”, the $5000-a-night annex to McLean Hospital in Boston. McLean has an excellent record, though past patients have included Sylvia Plath, so, well, interesting choice, James.
Packer’s check-in — accompanied by his elderly mother and a business consigliere — is the latest in the long-running saga of Packer’s mental and spiritual health, elements of which have been dropping into the media at greater frequency for the past six months now.
That coincides with some vicissitudes in Packer’s life: being named in the Netanyahu scandals, which are currently ripping apart Israeli politics, and accusations of machine-tampering at Crown Casino in Melbourne, made by Andrew Wilkie in federal parliament last year, with video evidence of such tabled.
The latter has prompted the Victorian Liquor and Gaming Commission to announce an investigation, which could eventually lead Crown Resorts to lose its gaming licence in Victoria. That was announced on March 5. Packer resigned as director of Crown Resorts a fortnight later.
That sort of investigation would be pretty depressing if you were already feeling low. Were the two events interconnected? We won’t know because Jamie Packer is checked into a $5000-a-night mental health facility. What sort of animal would ask an unwell man about his potential involvement in the corruption of Israeli politics (and isn’t that a high bar to get over)?
Given that Packer has announced he was stepping back from all responsibilities, what sort of insensitive jerk would ask him about anything? Let’s instead call someone from Beyondblue to ask about the scourge of depression, and worry as to whether the paparazzi have been mean to James’ family.
Funny old world, isn’t it? I’ve got a close, older, relative who also had a problem with depression until she started going to Crown Casino and playing the pokies. Then she had a problem with gambling. Now she too has government inquiries to answer: about why she hasn’t paid her car rego, declared pitiful amounts of excess income, is behind in her public housing rent. Maybe she should check into a $5000-a-night facility.
The rehabilitation of James Packer has begun? It sure has.

8 thoughts on “Packer’s new digs”
York City
March 26, 2018 at 1:49 pmThe tiniest taste of hell the poor bastards glued on pokies might get.
Nudiefish
March 26, 2018 at 2:49 pmWay too harsh, GR – Doesn’t everybody with mental health issues get $5000 a night stay in an upmarket hospital?
Fact Check: No, apparently they don’t. As you were, Guy.
EG
March 26, 2018 at 2:53 pmSplendidly re framed Guy.
Dog's Breakfast
March 26, 2018 at 3:10 pmWhat sort of animal would ask an unwell man about his potential involvement in the corruption of Israeli politics (and isn’t that a high bar to get over)?
Ouch!
MJM
March 26, 2018 at 3:48 pmA $5,000 per night escape from answering awkward questions? Cheap at twice the price.
Great piece Guy. Crikey is really earning the subscription fee today. Bernard’s piece on “if cricket was politics” is also directly on target and hilarious.
Gordon Sharp
March 26, 2018 at 4:32 pmYes, he will be clearly too unwell to answer any questions in any inquiry into anything.
On a brighter note, will Ros Packer’s digs on “The World” cruise liner be available on airbnb whilst she is looking after him in Boston?
AR
March 26, 2018 at 6:42 pmMine heart breatheth not.
I despaired that Packer snr was given a State funeral and will regard the canonisation of the mudorc as just same-same.
Any sympathy for a suffering, stupidly wealthy public figure would be better expended on the many thousands of victims who contributed to his obscene wealth.
Perhaps the idiot scion could move a couple of levels up from his well deserved spot in the Inferno were he to recompense those who are still alive or, failing that, their surviving families.
Bob the builder
March 26, 2018 at 11:24 pmWell said GRundie.
Was outraged to see Crikey’s lightweight media reporter file a sob story on Packer the other day.
What happened to the shitsheet that Crikey once was?
Oh, but, doesn’t $5000 buy you a lot of tastelessness. Did the interior designer have a hangover and get his lonely great-uncle to do the decorating?