Diary of Comrade Kate, Ctd

Singalong with the Maritime Union was good, even if some of the members were a little vulgar. Why our union brothers need to drink quite so much and start signing non-union approved songs about women in different ports is beyond me. Good to catch up with all the comrades there, and was great that Helen and Ken could come up.

BBQ was a bit over done, Gary apologised and said he was so worried about the future, that little prick Len has been against them for years even though they funded him.

Stopped off in the town hall on the way to airport, gave Len a big serve and told him he would lose the mayoralty if he forgot to protect our comrades on the wharves. Seriously pissed off when one of Len’s meter maids was giving my driver a good talking to, I mean a proper union meter maid would know a limo like mine should never be ticketed. We don’t get many perks for protecting the workers but free limo parking is one that Stalin insisted on.

Big Gerry had been through the Koru Lounge before me so only slim pickings to take the food bank tonight. Soup was bloody awful, kumara and cumin or some rubbish, why can’t Air New Zealand make good working mans tomato soup?

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