Insert name of progressive Māori woman here

I made my way through ugly weather yesterday and by Ohakune I was ready for a coffee.

To my disappointment I discovered the ugly weather had followed me inside and fouled up front page of The Post, sitting there on the table like a soiled dish cloth.

I made my way through a tawdry story about Wellington's mayor describing nothing all that much out of the ordinary aside from something that might have been swagger or might have been poorly performed banter.