Me, Today…and yesterday

Photo from Michele Hewitson interview, Photo / Paul Estcourt

Photo from Michele Hewitson interview, Photo / Paul Estcourt

Warning vanity post.

Today Michele Hewitson did one of her famous feature articles on me. Michele Hewitson Interview : Cameron Slater

I’ve seen a lot of hand-wringing about her articles and a great deal of angst, but I don’t think people get what Michele is about. Her articles aren’t meant to be deep meaningful, nitty-gritty issues discovery sessions that people think they should be. They are quirky and she sets out to reveal the people behind the mask, so to speak.

I found the the whole process enjoyable, well as enjoyable as it can be suffering hyper-vigilance in a cafe, and exhaustion from a week with an average of 3 hours sleep a night. Michele picked up my utter exhaustion, she described my eyes which give away my depression, my exhaustion and my state of being.

That said Michele can sniff fear and she also has an uncanny ability to disarm you, which is why people usually cop a flogging in her articles. Even Brian Edwards is afraid of her…I’m not and still am not, plus I have had a policy of not hiding anything. I reckon she did a great job with a poor subject.

Meanwhile online I was Question 3 in the online Stuff Daily Trivia Quiz.

Stuff online Quiz Question eaturing Whaleoil/Cameron SlaterThe pinko lap-bloggers of Labour at The Standard are upset too, that is always good. I’m wondering when they will realise that being, in their own minds at least, the online anonymous versions of NZPA and Red Radio is boring, and no-one but their own echo chamber is listening. The point I make is that it is them talking about me and not the other way round.

The same goes for creepy little comedians on Red Radio. Hey dickhead, you are talking about me (is it just me is but isn’t this radio show just utter shite), apparently though I am the blogger who shall not be named, the Voldemort of the blogsphere. Even Lianne Dalziel thinks I’m The Blogger Who Shall Not Be Named, as she got all bent out of shape in a slect committee. Now this is hugely funny, because they both prove my point in that keeping a secret, telling everyone that there is a secret just makes people want to know what that secret is. I’ve never heard of Jeremy Elwood….but I just bet he is a mate of Jamie Linehan….which is why he will be upset about my stance on name suppression….and we know then what that makes him.

  • grizz

    What a shock to see Jeremy Elwood on Red “get a life” radio. Now there is a career that has gone so far down the toilet that it is halfway up the neighbour’s arsehole.

  • bystander

    A manipulative personality used your weakness to her gain. No worthwhile person does that. But the trait that makes you protect her is also the thing that will save you from a life of obscurity. It’s the socialite trait, even if it comes in the form of… well, you.

  • gaskranken

    A weird thing happens when you try to sit comfortably between Nat Rad and the commercial rock jock country occupied by the likes of Jeremy Corbett, you end us as jeremy elwood on a road to nowhere standing for nothing and it’s not even funny anymore, shame….

  • Alan

    Elwood = gormless humourless pinko who helps to make his colleagues on 7 days look good.
    That can be the only reason they keep him on the show.