There has been much talk about Laila on The Hive in recent hours. Here is some more - we simply quote from Audrey Young:
Laila Harre on Nine to Noon (Politics 11.10) this morning dismissed my story as mischievous, a beat-up and bullying by the Herald, rather than acknowledging that the act may be having many unintended consequences.
Laila supports the act and hated the fact that the Herald campaigned against it. She does not acknowledge the faults in the act and condemns the messenger.
Mathew Hooton provides a wider context.
Laila also made an interesting criticism of the Labour congress and the fact that four women MPs were filmed singing an adaptation of a Kenny Rodger ballad about John Key. Laila thought it looked unprofessional and maybe she is right. But it wasn't exactly planned. They were dragged up on stage because Clark was running late. They had sung it for the first time the night the night before at Molly Malone's pub in a fundraiser for the Wellington Central candidate, Grant Robertson. I got a call from Grant this morning to claim credit (or blame) for penning the words: The full version is here, to the tune of "The Gambler".
"John Key- The Gambler"
On a warm summer's evening in a party going nowhere
Bill met Key the Gambler; slippery and sleek
When Bill saw that Don's wanderin days were over
he and John got together, and put the Doc to sleep
Key said, Bill I've made a life out of gambling people's money
not caring where it came from, or who would lose their job
so if you make me leader, I promise to be funny
and I'll be ready every day, to flip and flop
Chorus
You've got to know not to trust him (not to trust him), not to believe him (don't believe him)
know what he tells you, won't be the truth
we can't let him run the country, cos he's just not able
you need more than a cheesy smile, to rule the roost.
Now little John boy knows the secret to surviving
Is not telling anyone, what he really thinks
So hell just say whatever, Murrays written for him
But when you're swallowing dead rats- you begin to stink
and, sitting in the darkness, of his Parnell mansion
John asks the question, can I get away with it?
Cos if you've not no policy, and if you've got no vision
People soon enough work out that you're full of ..
You've got to know not to trust him (not to trust him), not to believe him (don't believe him)
know what he tells you, won't be the truth
we can't let him run the country cos he's just not able
you need more than a cheesy smile, to rule the roost.
(repeat chorus)
Unprofessional??
