Tony Abbott Embraces His Inner Corey

We have been quite amused by The Papers and their glee over Tony Abbott’s Corey-esque weekend adventures, when the former Government minister (it feels SO GOOD to type former, you know) had to deal with a horde of teenagers turning up to gatecrash his daughter’s 15th birthday party. We dare say it’s the first time a shindig at Tony Abbott’s place has been a weekend must do.

Police were twice called to the Sydney Northern Beaches home of former federal health minister Tony Abbott last weekend when throngs of gatecrashers descended on his teenage daughter’s birthday party.

Neighbours of the Abbotts yesterday said the sheer number of teenagers in the street was blocking access.

“They were all over the road. I was trying to drive down the street and I was frightened I would hit one of them,” one woman said.

Others woke to find bottles and beer cans strewn across their lawns.

A resident across the road told of how distressed the Abbotts were when they saw at least 50 uninvited teenagers congregating outside their Forestville home.

Much like in the case of MySpazz party kid Corey, it appears the exact number of naughty would-be attendees at the soiree is a mystery – we’ve read 50, we’ve read 200 – but on the upside, Tony and the coppers handled things beautifully and there were no arrests.

At least two other parties were being held in nearby streets and it is understood the rogue guests wandered down under the misguided belief that Mr Abbott was holding an open house.

Mr Abbott confirmed “there were a few kids in the street who tried to gain admission to our daughter’s party, but we didn’t let them in”.

“After a while the police suggested they move on and I must say the police did a terrific job,” he said.

We particularly enjoyed the description of the gatecrashers as “rogue guests” and plan to add the term to our vernacular immediately.

The idea that a former member of John Howard’s government would have an open door policy when it comes to folk looking for a better place to go is indeed “misguided”.

Incidentally, last night we hosted our pub trivia evening and included a question about Tony Abbott’s Corey-moment. A friend who had been overseas for a couple of weeks asked “Who’s Corey?” and we were flabbergasted. Was there really a time when Corey was just a name, and not another way of saying “Massive party, dudes!”?