Beware The Ides of November
A quick skim of headlines this morning indicates The Tailor's Dummy by now should have invested in ceramic body armour and a 360 degree night vision head set.
The new Minister of Nothing in Particular has been packed off to APEC where he can pursue his stated goal of reviving the NZ?US relationship. To assist him convince his home town constituency that he really is not part of the Government, The PM has issued a terse 'no way Jose' statement and Philk Off has made the only public pronouncements on Foreign Affairs from APEC. Winston is left to announce he would't really mind a meeting with US Secretary of State Condaleezza Rice. However this is unlikely as every day Winston looks more and more like a kindaloozzer politician and that's not really Condi territory. (Mind you, maybe she's heard he's the third best ever.)
On the home front, things are warming up for Winston. He has made the mistake of committing an act of blackmail from outside the shelter of parliamentary priviledge; he's about to be derided and ridiculed in the house; he risks loosing a rat or two from his sinking ship and worst of all, he hasn't got anything to talk about except how wonderful suddenly everything Chinese has become.
Oh the pain of it all - chronic egomalitis, defined as the permanent damage inflicted by widespread ridicule and public taunts.
Oh, the price of short lived baubles
I reckon there'll be another election within six months.