I first knew Badiucao as the rebel heart dissident exiled in Australia, penning pictures of koalas suckling on Chairman Mao, pandas in red-star caps brandishing severed kangaroo heads decked out in scholarly mortarboards to protest “soft power in Australia”, you name it. He was that kind of guy. Didn’t mind, didn’t take prisoners; if you wanted to see world leaders sodomising each other, he was your man.