The phrase often used to describe a displeased expression on the face of prime minister Helen Clark was death stare.
In many instances, it was perfect. But not always. Once, in search of the right words, I turned instead to a description of our cat, and her response to being given a pill.
You go to prise the jaws apart, and all the contented feline bliss evaporates. Out of that little voicebox comes an almost supernatural yowl to the effect of WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW FOR REAL YOU ARE SO DEAD and a look on the face of this mostly serene and placid animal that is PURE RAGE, with maximum offence taken.
