The MoH has just released their consultation document on medicinal cannabis. There's a lot to take in but I see they're suggesting defining any grow under 200 sqm as "small". That's twice the size of our house!
Then of course there's that other thing that happened recently, with NZ Customs intercepting the manuscript of the Boiled Whale book for no apparent legal reason.
Motive? Who could possibly have had something to fear from any new revelations in the book? Not Slater... he has nothing of value any more and that includes his reputation. Which only leaves the original Dirty Politics brigade and the darker, even more evil side of the National Party.
Nobody could deny that these people have connections, but you'd surely have to have some serious pull to convince customs officers to risk their careers performing an illegal search. Questions need to be asked.
At least one thing is almost certain. When Simon Bridges comes out with an inevitable denial, he'll somehow manage to implicate himself and his party in this scandal too. He's clever like that.
The “more than 2000 unauthorised attempts” to access information from Treasury’s servers could easily refer to a single entry which attempted to access or download more than 2,000 documents. It’s sounding increasingly likely that access was via login, whether compromised or through someone on the inside.
No matter – as long as the access was unauthorised, that’s a crime. A responsible party leader in receipt of stolen information might have reported the hack to either Police or the security services, ideally both. But Bridges didn’t.
This morning he stated unequivocally that “there was no hack.” He knows this how?
Bridges used the phrase “witch hunt” which has some unfortunate connotations in these times. A little nod to the loony right, perhaps?
And he accused Grant Robertson of lying. Presuming Bridges’ standup this morning took place in the parliamentary lobby, does that count as “outside the house” in terms of privilege?
You have to hand it to Simon Bridges. Ever since he took over as leader, he’s managed to turn every little Nat Party ballsup into a much, much bigger ballsup.
Long may his doomed reign continue.
My Letraset days fell victim to technology when I moved to London in the early 80s. With my trusty Amstrad PC1512 (the upmarket one with twin 5.25" floppy discs) I could create a text file with a few embedded codes, save that to a floppy, post the disc to a typesetter in Sussex and within a week or ten days I'd have a crisp bromide to paste up.
Sure it was slow and any mistakes added another week to the process, but jeez it felt cutting edge after years of Letrasetting.
I'm pretty sure my can is red & white, but that will remain a mystery for another day. While I know it's in a white shoe box with some BBC pens and other stuff, I just don't know its exact location. Getting old can be a bastard.
The Agfa box is getting a bit tacky, but hey... it's around 50 years old and still hasn't collapsed at the corners. Yet.
I'm sure there's half a can stashed away somewhere in the back of my garage. I must be getting close because last week I found a box with dozens of Letraset sheets.
Knocking out headlines, one letter at a time.
And to round off the anachronism, they were stored inside a 15"x12" Agfa film box. It's making me feel very mid-century.
But the smell of gum!
Mmmmmm... cow gum.