Oh Colin James….
Oh Colin James…..She still walks the furrowed fields of your mind…..oh yeah, come in Kenny Rogers. The senior moments are coming more frequently in the extending mid life crisis of Colin James. His continuing infatuation with a younger Helen Clark is reducing the objectivity of his writing, column by column. If his obsession is Helen, and his compulsion, to indulge subjectivity, one wonders if he is spending more time with the picture on the back of his toilet door, than his desk. This man’s pen idolises the laurels of Clark, his eyes are blind, his mind lost to an affair, with a vague temporal moment. Male menopause perhaps, or is his feminine side wrecking havoc with his emotions. Is his titanic sinking?
Hanging off her every word, digesting and regurgitating her, phrase by phrase. He is mystified by zero she has added to her turnover. She is now giving a 1000%. Having not grasped basic accounting, he is at a loss to accept that if the expenses are greater than the turnover, you are soon to be out of business. It is not surprising that John Key, who he describes as “spunky”, (now that has me worried too), is now preferred as Prime Minister. If you took away Clark’s breakfast show and her guest appearance of the 6 pm news each day, people would wonder where the Government had gone. If you’re ready to retire, then go quietly and bury your infatuated pen, while gardening. If you are only good for fiddling in your old age, go play Nero in a stage show. If not, wake up man; rejuvenate your mind with stage two economics. That only requires you to say ‘I used to be a parrot, but I am better now’; however it may raise the demand for your supply of opinion.
In response to a contribution 11 Sept 07, in that feminst rag, otherwise known as the NZ Herald