Here's my prediction for 2014: living in a "rock-star" economy won't just mean more riches in the coming year, it will also gain me a little more respect at transtasman family gatherings.
I've already played it out in my head: my Australian-based sisters will offer the usual raft of subsidies and benefits they receive for simply having a heartbeat, and in response, instead of my usual mumblings about non-lethal wildlife and pineapple lumps I'll be able to make a Billy Idol sneer, strum an air guitar and let them have it with both barrels.
"Rock-star economy," I'll bellow. "Hot dollar," I'll intone suggestively. "Lots of cheese curds and milk and calcium-enriched yoghurt up in this bee-atch." And ... um ... I'll try to work up a suitably menacing chorus.
But despite the sexy patina some wonkish economist has given it, burrowing deeper to find out what that rock-star economy is made of turns out to be only mildly erotic. Its three main touchpoints are: the Government tipping a huge amount of borrowed money into Christchurch; a housing market which is being inflated to the point of combustion by overseas money; and our ruminants.
The first two elements seem fleeting at best. Like a rock star, they are being feted today and will no doubt be working the cruise-ship circuit tomorrow. Christchurch will eventually be rebuilt and all that investment will have to start paying its way. The housing bubble will either burst or slowly deflate - and even if it continues to set some pulses racing, it seems to do little to benefit the average New Zealander.