I went into the Auckland Council Buildings to do a search on how my 1998 Resource Consent is progressing for adding a small deck to the back of the house… thought I’d see what might happen if I typed in “Len Brown’s diary” in the search box – and this is what the kiosk spat out…
Sorry I haven’t written in a few months or so, but you wouldn’t believe the horrible time I’ve had since being re-elected! Somehow that bloody Whaleoil managed to have Bev sign an affidavit about our little trysts – and then he blogged all the horrid details! Every single detail was published – even the bit about getting her size 16 panties by mistake. In fact, looking back, I think that was probably where it all started to go wrong, that led her to seek some kind of female scornful revenge. Maybe I shouldn’t have insisted she tried them on? Or that she just needed to eat a few burgers? Who knows! That’s history now… and if my fortunes don’t change soon, I’ll be history too and lucky to get a 3rd term, let alone a 4th and 5th!
Thank goodness for my PR team, they’re of immense help with setting the facts straight in the paper… and Campbell’s man-love interview should really get him a Pulitzer for faux-chastising me. It was masterful and the hours of coaching before we’re definitely worth it. Plenty swallowed it… just like… I mean, I wish the fish swallowed as quickly as the gullible public do with what Orsman and Campbell say. Read more »