Last week one of Wellington’s lobbyist grandees posted a forlorn photo of a shuttered Wishbone store pointing out its location at the very beating heart of Wellington’s public service and offering it as some emblematic metaphor for Everything Going Wrong.
If I were picking an Emblematic Metaphor I’d be leaning more to cities going up in flames or houses being claimed by floods. But each to his own billable hour.
Everything in Wellington is connected, and so when Last Post editor Tracy Watkins found herself casting around for something that might pass for an insight in her Sunday editorial, she chose the Loneliest Wishbone Store and rolled it together with a CBD malaise story unmoored by such considerations as data, analysis, or substance.
