I’ve been away on holiday. Cycling around beautiful te tai tokerau, camping beside the sea.
Drinking in tiny pubs with friendly locals and Monteiths on tap.
Reading the Herald, and enjoying the change from the Dominion Post.
And less pleasantly, cycling through opulent suburbs littered with palatial mansions like Brown’s Bay.
Seriously, people in Brown’s Bay have “staff”, tending their lawns and neatly manicured hedges, their water features and flower beds. I know, because I saw them. Working intently in the grounds, while Brownites lunched and presumably discussed how to make more money and where to send dear little Johnny to learn how to rule.
My fears of arrest as a refugee bogan were not realised when I cycled down the seafront boulevard after picnicking on the empty, pristine beach, past the upper classes lunching in delis serving over-priced, european food.
But I did see the messiah overlord, promising safety to Brownites Baysters. Security for their hard-won assets, surety for their profits, sanctuary from poor people, who like me, might cycle in AT ANY TIME……
There, on the side of the building, huge and benign, the smiling visage of their very own representative of the Daddy State. Just like the sign said lovingly, “Your MP, representing You”.
Murray and I had a grand holiday, thanks for asking.