LORD MUCK: Multi-Millionaire Lefty Firebrand Pete Steedman Living Large And In Charge of a Bentley

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Flamboyant foul-mouth former federal Labor MP and firebrand Socialist Lefty Pete Steedman was one of the more sanctimonious preacher lefty types of his generation.

LORD MUCK OF STEEDMAN

The OC has obtained photographs of Steedman today driving through Melbourne like Lord Muck behind the wheel of a late model Bentley, one of the world's most expensive motor vehicles.

As you can see above, the number plates of the car sport the number 538. The significance of this is that 5 and 3 equal 8 (take my word for it, lefty readers) and coupled with another 8, you've got a whole lot of good luck, fortune and prosperity going on in Chinese numerology.

An expert in Victorian number plates tells the OC that in his professional opinion, at auction this plate would fetch no less than three hundred thousand dollars and "quite possibly a great deal more."

THE OLD MONEY FONZ

Steedman was an infamous figure in the ALP for many years, well known for his double life. His ALP persona was carefully crafted, with him being a leather jacket wearing lefty version of the Fonz driving around in a beat-up old Holden station-wagon while editing the party newspaper.

Back in his then luxurious home in leafy Hawthorn though, he preferred to drive around a magnificent Jaguar XJ6 according to Labor insiders.

The OC understands that Steedman inherited considerable wealth and also married into even more. It fuelled a lifestyle of debauchery and excess of a kind to which we could only aspire.

His collection of lifestyle assets extended to a grand fleet of convertible American gas guzzlers with fins, rare Vincent motorcycles and antiquities. Some estimate his fortune to extend to $20 million. That's old money, like Red Ted's.

There were some reports that Steedman had been gravely unwell. but he certainly was looking in fine health today.

We understand that the leftard is now living in some kind of rural dacha in Melbourne's northern suburbs where he celebrates Guy Fawkes' Night originally with dodgy fireworks (he's gone legit with the permits now). Every year they burn a prominent conservative politician in effigy, with folks like John Howard, Peter Costello and Jeff Kennett and other notables getting a turn at the stake.

These days he regularly pesters folks within the Ferguson Left, who seem to like the loud-mouth maverick and his dubious charms. Perhaps he lets them play with his many toys.

Game on.