Is Bevan Chuang an innocent pawn in a dastardly right-wing conspiracy to unseat Auckland’s mayor or a delusional attention seeker? In the first of this two-part piece, the journalist who helped break this story delivers his verdict.
By Stephen Cook
It was 18 months ago that I first met Bevan Chuang.
She had a curious first name, I remember thinking at the time. All the Bevan’s I’d ever known had been blokes.
And it was a bloke that this Bevan was after. Well, not so much a bloke but a sperm donor to father a child in the Chinese year of the Dragon, the most auspicious sign in the 12-year astrological cycle.
Little did we know that at the time the mildly attractive 32-year-old was involved in a torrid affair with one of this country’s most powerful men – lascivious Len Brown.
Whoever coined the phrase ‘from even the greatest of horrors irony is seldom absent” wasn’t wrong.
As we all came to discover this week after her sexcapades with Brown in the mayoral office, what Bevan Chuang was looking for was literally right under her nose – or to be more specific just a few inches below.
For the next couple of weeks I followed Bevan Chuang’s very public quest to find a donor – and what better forum than Facebook for all the drama to unfold.
Would Juliet find her Romeo? Would they fall in love and have lots of little dragon babies together? Would Bevan’s poor grammar and bad spelling ever improve?
I was quickly losing interest in Bevan’s story. The rambling late-night Facebook posts about life, love and possibly, now I come to think about it, lascivious Len were starting to bore me. You could just tell there’d be no happy ending for this girl with the guy’s name. Read more »