IN THE corridor outside Gary Pert’s office, there are large photos of Dermott Brereton oiled up and stripped to his shorts, Jason Dunstall dressed as a native American Indian (complete with feather headdress), and Brian Taylor wielding a chainsaw. All good boys-own fun, and despite the presence in other photos of Jo Stanley, Fifi Box and Robyn Butler (all clothed), it’s an affirmation of the testosterone-fuelled and occasionally brutal world of FM radio that Pert is leaving.
