An actor, a writer and a musician walk into an arts debate. "What happens now?" they ask the politician.
Okay, that's not quite how last Tuesday's discussion unfolded at Q Theatre. Personable Green thespian Richard Leckinger showed his smarts; National's historian Paul Goldsmith showed some feisty; and Internet Mana's ex-Tadpole guitarist Chris Yong gave his autobiography in the third person without one "I".
It turns out that Labour's consummate professional Jacinda Ardern is not just a politician; she grew up with a ukulele. The only one who thoroughly knew the subject and was also happy to banter was, unsurprisingly, the only dedicated arts spokesperson present: Ardern.
Happily, Metro editor Simon Wilson, as chairman, refused to instigate "dry Helensville" rules at the Dance Aotearoa New Zealand-hosted event. Instead, he flippantly compared the parties to Shakespearean characters: Labour to Hamlet for reasons unclear; National to self-righteous, blinded Lear; the Greens to Bottom in a dream; the faithful retainer Maori Party to bereft Jessica; and Internet Mana to the buffoon Falstaff.
Lear talked about how his third daughter - Cordelia? - is the most talented ribbon dancer at her Remuera kindergarten. His blind vision for the future consists of not repealing the Hobbit law. Cue heckles from audience creatives, selfishly wanting fair pay. With his clipped delivery and vile jellies framed in stylish specs, Goldsmith gets the prize for best John Banks impression and least arts content. Still, he did suggest the arts are core local government business; he's snared my vote for the Epsom seat.