The abandoned cats story may well do John Tamihere more harm with the public than his various other political calamities. A lot of people see the treatment of animals as a character issue, and their view of Tamihere will not be at all improved by this one. I was a party last night talking to someone who was both gay and an active member of the SPCA. He didn't know which way to spit.
Said party, at the premises of Festival Mushroom Records, was noisy, crowded and very good fun. I had numerous interesting conversations, the Phoenix Foundation played, my glass kept filling itself and it somehow suddenly went from early yet to My God, is that the time?. My consequent fragile state means just a quick little blog today.
Doug Clover kindly sent me this link, which casts yesterday's Daily Telegraph story alleging that science journals had been suppressing the views climate change skeptics in a very interesting light. Not only did the paper willfully misrepresent the results of the Bray survey, Bray's "international study" was functionally useless. Add in some frankly unethical behaviour on a climate sceptics' mailing list and the whole thing becomes quite astonishing.
RDU's Haydn Kerr drew my attention to the Some NZ Music Is Shit website. Lovely.
Celebrity sedition defendant Tim Selwyn blogs on immigration issues. I kept looking for a sign that it was satire, but he's apparently serious.
A couple of people have pointed out that the Question Time transcript I linked to yesterday suggests that Trevor Mallard was exercising his bovversome tendencies on Bill English rather than Nandor Tanczos. I blame the TV coverage …
The Daily Show on the British general election. Heh.
It's funny what you can glean on a trip to the supermarket: major methamphetamine importing operation involving diplomatic parcels and a foreign embassy. Notorious Auckland gang gets angry about its turf being crossed. It all starts to go septic. It will apparently hit the headlines eventually …
And with that, I end my struggle to form sentences. I have birthday present shopping, lunch with Messrs Slack and Christie and a coffee run to Karajoz to complete before joining 40,000 other people at tonight's main event: the Blues versus the Hurricanes scrapping for a Super 12 semi-final spot. If it's not an absolute cracker I'll be demanding answers.