It's hard to imagine any silver lining to the dark cloud that has passed over the world since the disappearance of flight MH370 but I think I've found it ... for New Zealanders, at least.
For a whole week, we have been able to go about our business, tune into bulletins and read the front pages of newspapers without being confronted with the petty and inconsequential political sideswipes that pass themselves off as "news" in election year.
Oh lordy, to think there are 191 days left to endure. That's 275,040 minutes depending on what time you sat down today to enjoy your weekend paper, and whether (like me) you're so keen to end the agony you plan to beat a path to the nearest polling station the moment it opens on September 20. It's not that I don't enjoy politics (I majored in the subject at university and flirted with arrest during the inevitable student marches that went hand-in-hand with a degree from Victoria in Wellington).
What I don't enjoy is being subjected to an endless cavalcade of petty politicians grasping for exposure like small children at a lolly scramble, prepared to go to dizzy heights and new lows in order to get a vote-grabbing moment in the spotlight.
While in an election year it might be awfully helpful to focus on promoting new policy and educating us on the benefits of voting for party X, instead we seem to be inundated with constant updates on who's been calling who names, and who has reported it to the principal (or in the case of Colin Craig, hired a lawyer).