One of the great things about Australia is it's egalitarian ethos. How, for example, in a taxi everyone is equal. How if it's not equal a cabbie will soon fix that by tossing the offender out.
Equal is how a Federal Minister can wander out of a meeting with a major foreign delegation, into a hotel forecourt crawling with police, and climb into a cab. Not a Comcar, not a limo, but a cab. My cab.
However political types should not assume the cab is a cone of silence. The driver may be a nasty blogger, or a foreign spy. In this case the pollie was largely discreet - and friendly too, we had a good chat - but still, debriefing of any sort with colleagues is best left for later.
Oh to have been Peter Slipper's driver. After midnight on Oxford Street. One can only guess at those conversations.