Wednesday, June 14, 2006
There's nowt so quare as fowkes
Honestly, there's not... Who but a people carrier full of Tauranga refugees would drive around Coromandel for God sake with the message "Winston is our MP" emblazoned in 4" high letters acros the front of their wagon... Sorry Morty, you can phone Jude & threaten her with blackmail & black magic all you want.. My motto is "Publish & be damned.." But on the really good side, I had a great day today, the cooks tour. Over the Kopu Hikuai. Drop at Tairua, up to Whitianga with a drop there , then round the top & over the Whangapoua hill to Coromandel with a couple of stops there, then all the way down the coast back to Thames. Then in the PM, the Waihi run with a trip down to Waihi Beach. Almost a shame to spoil it by putting my time down on my timesheet..... Almost.....
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A few short ago, when I was still just a sweet an innocent young thing, I had the great pleasure of watching Winnie electionering outside his electorate office. He disembarked from his dark blue car, wearing a matching dark blue suit and proceeded to kiss hands and shake babies with Jo Public and her "Potential Voter" spawn.
It was a very touching moment you understand... until I tripped over a curb while contemplating "are you really allowed to kiss hands like that?"
Oh, and black magic is racist. Im telling.
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