Once I had the pain and pleasure of having a bit to do with a heroin addict's son.
I was young and I should have just called the police - instead I spent long afternoons with the 8-year-old boy avoiding what we both knew was going on at home. He'd show up at mine and simply say: "Mum's gone to boringness again."
I'm in boringness with Mr Key - drugged on the stupefying cultural arrogance that seems to float smog-like over this National Party cohort.
Apparently Mr Key told a 16-year-old girl that her suggestion of a Maori month instead of just a week would be "a bit boring".
His spokespeople who must see the implications of his value of this part of the community and how that might look to parts of the country like Northland were quick to rephrase. What Mr Key had really meant to say, they said, was that having a whole te reo Maori month would "lose some of the impact".