Right before a local body election it must be really good to open something exciting such as a bridge.
I love the clean lines and the beautiful fish hook. The British designer has done a really good job and at least it will stop all the mud splashing on those cars coming from Whangarei Heads. We'll have architectural clairvoyance from Austria soon enough. All we need is a Japanese bath-house and a roller-coaster and we'll be cosmopolitan.
And it is beautiful, even if it was 30m, half paid for by rate-payers. So I wanted to party with the people on the bridge. It reminded me a little of the Menem years in Argentina - every time the natives got restless another football stadium would appear and there'd be parades and cavalcades and everyone would forget about that boring old fart the IMF wagging her finger at everyone.
And it would be fun - the MP and the local caudillos would be wearing hard hats and high fiving the guys who'd actually been doing the hard graft and there would be speeches about growth and economic development - by the many well paid organisations in charge of that as a substitute for the real thing.
With a bit of luck it would cement in the minds of the populace that the old council crew really rock and drown out the voices of any new candidates for council who may have something better to offer. Except I felt uneasy.