Political Asylum by Trevor Plumbly

Pomp and Tradition in NZ’s Parliament Today – God help me – I watched a parliamentary session on TV. It opened with a serious looking chap carting a ceremonial mace to a table, followed by a prayer invoking the assistance of the Almighty, which seemed to indicate that those involved were unsure of their ability to do the job with the talent they had. After that, petitions were presented: anyone, it seems, can petition parliament and indeed many do, to what effect God only knows. Then came democracy’s showcase: ‘Question Time’. This… Read More

Unaccustomed as I am…By Trevor Plumbly

We’ve all suffered it: the wedding reception when the rumble of small-talk has replaced the clatter of crockery being cleared away. The glass pings, almost politely, and he rises to his feet surveying the seated guests in much the same way as Christopher Lee eyed the maiden’s neck in the old Dracula movies. This is the best man and it’s time for his shot at glory: the speech! He looks confidently at his wife, but rather than smile encouragement, she decides that the tablecloth needs her undivided attention. It’s not a good… Read More