Tony Veitch: "Do you get HIT ON much?"
Radio Sport, Saturday 16 March 2013. 3:20 p.m.
If you know anything about the ins and outs of commercial radio in
Auckland, you will know that Tony "Boot Boy" Veitch, described in
moronic station promos as "the mouthy midget", had his floundering
career kick-started when he was controversially brought back into The
Radio Network (TRN) fold, having served a rather short stand-down
period following scandalous revelations of his extreme ***
against women, which included his knocking his former fiance to the
ground and then kicking her repeatedly until he paralyzed her.
While that hopelessly easy mark "Sir" Graham Henry was foolishly
manipulated into writing a character reference for him to use in
mitigating evidence, most people, even at the notoriously lax TRN,
have the nous to recognize a ***, self-involved thug when they see
one, and they certainly see one in Tony Veitch. His return to
microphone duties was not welcomed by most of his colleagues; several
technicians and producers point-blank refused to work for him. Women
employees in particular at the The Radio Network were (and are)
concerned for their safety, and insist on never being left alone with
One of the problems Veitch's new producers have found, apart from
screening the seemingly non-stop lineup of angry callers trying to
disrupt every single Veitch show, is getting anybody to come on the
programme to speak with him.
Today, unaccountably, his producers managed to persuade (no doubt
against her better judgement) the Northern Mystics netballer Julie
Corletto to subject herself to an hour of sleazy innuendo and inane
questions from the Boot Boy.
Interestingly, she insisted that she be accompanied throughout the
interview by her husband, a 6 foot 4 inch, 200-pound professional
basketballer. No doubt her husband's presence saved her from being
physically bothered by the Boot Boy, but he still managed to pitch her
the following ***ed gem....
TONY VEITCH: You're a good looking bunch of girls. When you go out
together, do you get HIT ON much?
This writer, i.e. moi, was driving along the motorway at the time, and
most of the reply Julie Corletto gave was rendered inaudible by the
sudden explosion of guffawing from the three chaps in the Breenmobile.
But I don't think she handled it very well. Perhaps she was
preoccupied, trying to hold her husband back from dealing out a bit of
summary justice to "the mouthy midget".