Still active on Twitter @philquin

Otherwise no room for blogging. Which is a shame. I had some good ones I let go by. An email from LEC that caused me over the course of 400 or so torturous words to laugh, cry, shudder, retch and, finally, experience the kind of hot flushes one usually associates with menopause. At least it made me feel something I guess. And then all the Rudd stuff. There were dozens of anti-Rudd posts that never got written, each one more defamatory than the imaginary last. And some gentler mocking, too. Like Andrew Little’s maiden speech, for example. Some railing against the stale punditry that marks David Shearer down for failing to engage effectively in parliamentary combat when all that revels is how the hothouse inbreds who cover politics in NZ severely (thanks, Mitt) overrate the importance of parliamentary acumen and underrate, as they always always will with Shearer so get used to it, the fact that he is non-pathological with a full set of adult qualities, including balls.