Winston Peters launched his election campaign last week, and most of you probably read of his erupting on stage amid a swirl of dry ice and astride a Harley Davidson.
What you probably haven’t read – I haven’t seen anything anywhere – is that he was LATE. A family connection was there (look, you can’t choose your rellies, OK? And this is a connection by marriage. Not that I’m defensive about this or anything, no no no…)
Not just a little late but about an hour.
When you get to the age of the average Winston supporter, you get…well, let’s put it delicately here, your bladder gets a bit capacity challenged.
And you’re probably getting a bit sniffy about hoons on Harleys anyway.