So farewell, then Simon Bridges. Again.
You hit the Yaks, Jack, but then you came back.
This time it’s for real, though. You’ve given your profound words of farewell:
In the end we are all just bubbles on the water
Yes. A poetic thought, if you're on the banks of a mighty river; less so if you're in a bathtub.
All in all was he just another brick in the Beehive wall?
Was he a promising young gun who went on to leave a mark for the better?
Or am I going to say he was a bit of both? Well of course I’m going to say that.
