I’m sitting at work, listening to the news on the radio. Sadly, when the newsreader reads out the words ‘Prime Minister’ I still expect to hear ‘Helen Clark’ appended to the end. It’s still a little nauseating to hear ‘John Key’ come out instead.
How slow could the next three years *possibly* go, and how much damage could be done in that time?
Sigh.
Helen, you were an unbelievably fantastic Prime Minister. Possibly the best we’ve ever had.
"In that direction," the Cat said, waving its right paw round, "lives a Hatter: and in that
direction," waving the other paw, "lives a March Hare. Visit either you like: they're both mad."
"But I don't want to go among mad people," Alice remarked.
"Oh, you can't help that," said the Cat: "we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad."
"How do you know I'm mad?" said Alice.
"You must be", said the Cat, "or you wouldn't have come here."
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