When the discreet request arrived, commissioning me to rebrand New Zealand's international image, I had to ask myself, am I the right man for the job?
After all, I live in a sealed-off bubble of luxury, in uppity Parnell, where the narrow streets are congested with vehicle pollution and the neglected sidewalks are paved with chewing gum.
Plus, of course, there's the constant odour of sewage from a waste system that's not coping with all the tawdry apartment blocks springing up, and the excessive diesel fumes from the commuter trains plying back and forth.
I repeat, am I the right man to better the existing slogan: "100 per cent Pure New Zealand"? - when clearly I'm overwhelmingly influenced by my opulent surroundings and might end up merely tweaking the existing theme. Perhaps, something like "New Zealand is rather like 100 per cent Pure Parnell."
My PR advisers believe that, like those TV millionaires who go undercover, I should temporarily vacate my lavish surroundings and go walkabout.