I was on my way up Queen Street, a few steps short of the Victoria Street lights, when he caught my eye. We were both white men of a certain greyness, and the way he leaned in, conspiratorial, told me he'd already decided we were fully on the same page. NZ Herald, probably. Or the Newstalk ZB Facebook one.
He said it in a lowered voice, with a glance around him first:
