I suppose Jim Hopkins was merely doing what a satirical columnist is supposed to do - be satirical. But as I sat on a Friday evening, ironically in a much loved Warehouse polar fleece, I read with a sigh yet another attack on the 'planner', that faceless bureaucrat dedicated to slowing worthy development and making good citizens' lives just a little more difficult.
This time it would seem we were also 'irredeemably beige' people trying to make Christchurch in our slightly warped images, imposing much too much open space and lofty vision, derived it would seem from too much book learning and not enough exposure to heady neon lights and the joys of the mall and the Gold Coast.
I wondered at that point if Jim had ever actually met a planner, then remembered I had seen him MC-ing a planning and law conference so he must have met at least one or two.
I am a planner and have been one most of my working life, first as a practitioner and latterly as a planning educator and researcher. I've worked under the Resource Management Act and its predecessors, written plans, consulted communities and defended my advice at the Environment Court.
Now I try to inspire a new generation of young planners to go out and serve their communities with the commitment that marked my own and many many others' careers. That is very hard to do when planners become the easy target for journalist, politicians and anyone else who doesn't like what is happening in their community.