ERROL PARKER | Editor-at-large | Contact
Despite what he tells you, Darcy Galhooly is terrible company.
He openly cheats at pub trivia, he hates bike lines and the people who use them. He drives an Audi. It doesn’t belong to him but he’ll tell you it does. He parks it wherever he likes. The hazard light button in it is almost worn down to the switch. He’s 41. He puts his hair in a mohawk because he’s insecure about being 5’10. You guessed it, he’s also a real estate agent.
From the outside looking in, it’d be hard to know these things about Darcy.
But luckily for the rest of our cosmopolitan desert community, he makes it easy to know he’s an absolute fucking tool by choosing to wear a black puffer vest wherever he goes.
If that doesn’t make it easy, he also wears a New York beanie despite never being there before.
In the line for the ATM outside the Diamantina Credit Union on Davis Street, he spoke at our reporter who was only trying to get some cash to buy some Thai for dinner.
“This isn’t my go-to puffer vest,” he said.
It was 28 degrees today in Betoota.
“I’m getting my black puffer vest dry cleaned for winter. Do you think it’s bad if I only wash it once a year?”
Our reporter nodded.
“Oh,” he said.
Then there was some silence.
“That’s my RS4 over there.”
It was an A4 with the body kit – but you probably already knew that.
More to come.
