I have already found four different reasons today to walk down into the village, enjoy the blue sky and belated Autumn sun and put off writing, again, about the leader of the opposition.
But here it comes anyway, because this guy —this policy dimwit on issues ranging from universality to urban densification, this law’n’order cynic, this panderer to people who say I came here from Britain 20 years ago and I can't stand them shoving all that Maori down my throat — this guy is saying ludicrous things that are happily and uncritically repeated by our mass media, much in the way fertiliser goes onto paddocks and into rivers and makes them unswimmable.
To make it at least a bit more diverting, though, here also comes a salute to Wanda Sykes and, shortly, Tina Turner RIP.
