Cameron Slater continues the revolving door policy towards bloggers on his site Gotcha.
He has now recruited serial attention-seeker Lisa Lewis. Her desire for fame and attention is such that I can't imagine an event she wouldn't take her clothes off for, especially if TV cameras were nearby.
So how does her blog rate? Well, it's pretty dire. Whatever attributes she has, they do not include proper sentence construction or coherence. Read it yourself if you have the patience or fortitude.
That's yet another side of Lisa Lewis I have no desire to see more of.
******I had a bad day yesterday. Thanks to the delights of parenthood, sleep has been a rare commodity of late. This has made me tetchy and grumpy, as well as fatigued. So I was hoping the All Blacks would give me a lift.
I had a lingering bad feeling about the game before kickoff. I've had bad feelings about this team all year, but I was hoping this particular bad feeling would prove unjustified. Alas, it was not to be.
At halftime I thought "this sucks. Go to bed." Not just because we were losing, but because as a spectacle the game was a nothing. I admire good goalkicking, but when players are taking penalties from inside their own half you know you're in for a tedious game.
But I held on to the end. And the game at least got interesting, even if we continued to follow the same "brainless rugby" prescription we've been adhering to all season. With 20 minutes to go Richie McCaw turned down a penalty kick, almost straight in front. It was a dumb decision, and almost everyone else (apart from the guy that mattered) must have known it too.
After that I knew we were stuffed. We came close in the end, but it never felt like we were really in it.
It's typical, though, that the mud hadn't even dried from the players' boots before people were calling for the coaches' heads. But who exactly is there left to take over? All the other good coaches are overseas. And when the game-turning moments happen because your senior players let you down (Carter's pass being intercepted, McCaw turning down a shot at goal), how do you fix that?
SA's two tries came from bad stuff-ups: a lineout we should have won and an intercept pass. If we can sort out our lineout and cut out the brainless rugby we'll be okay. Hell, we may even come within 10 points of Australia this week.
When your party's down in the polls, when there are questions about your party's leadership, and when the guy in charge of the Other Party appears unable to do anything wrong, how do you go about regaining credibility?
How about announcing a policy of subsidising condoms?
(Update: Oops, apparently it's not official policy: just a proposal. Will the public appreciate the difference?)
I'm not saying the policy's a bad one. But the timing, when Labour's trying to rid itself of some unwanted "nanny state" baggage, is unfortunate.
And it gives the Right some new talking points for the next few weeks.
Will anything else important or interesting come out of the Labour Party conference? Probably. But will we hear about it? I doubt it.
Why do the two main newspaper groups think we care about the lives of drug addict twenty-somethings?
I simply don't care what Millie Elder and her friends smoke, imbibe, inhale, swallow, snort or inject.
Nor do I give two hoots about their legal difficulties.
Perhaps the publicity these vacuous people crave serves a purpose. I'm sure the obligatory New Idea and Womans Weekly tell-alls to inevitably follow will help pay their legal costs.