It’s no secret that journalist Peter Hartcher has no love lost for outgoing MP Alexander Downer. He has written a nice little farewell to Lexi. Dolly. Whatever you want to call him.

I, for one, am relieved to see the back of this childish, half-man half-boy twat. Hartcher recalls a shining highlight of Lexi’s career as a foreign affairs minister:

The then foreign minister was at Melbourne Airport walking towards the gate to catch his flight when he saw, walking ahead of him, Dick Woolcott.

Woolcott was a career diplomat, former secretary of the department of foreign affairs and trade. Although he had retired by the time the Howard government took power, the new government had asked him to perform some delicate diplomatic missions. John Howard made him a special envoy to bringing about a rapprochement with Malaysia’s prickly prime minister, Mahathir Mohamad, for instance.

But the invasion of Iraq changed all that. Woolcott emerged as a critic. Now seizing the moment in Melbourne Airport, did the foreign minister confront Woolcott? Did he argue the merits of the policy? Did he try to change his mind? Or did he tell him what he thought of him? None of these.

Yelling above the heads of the other travellers, Downer called out to the back of Woolcott’s head, “Loser!” he told me later. “Then I ducked down quickly in case he turned around and saw me.” In recounting the story, Downer seemed to think it a very funny thing to do.

Goodbye, Lexi. And good riddance. Thanks for nothing.