When I was 8, I went to my friend Emma's birthday party. I was seated opposite her prim and proper grandmother, who leaned forward and asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I remember thinking to myself, maybe a lawyer, or a teacher - but before I could answer she told me: "Because you know, people like you can only really do two things when you grow up - play sport or sing."
Panic set in. So I did what any good 8-year-old would do: ran home and told mum, who advised me Emma's grandmother was a crackpot.
If had listened to Emma's grandmother, would I have been one of those deluded people you see auditioning on reality TV shows such as American Idol?
There are many similarities between the Idol shows and politics. I'm not suggesting we hold a "political idol" - the thought of Gerry Brownlee twerking is too much. Although I'm sure Judith Collins would do a great cover of China Girl, David Cunliffe would pull off Son of a Preacher Man, Shane Jones could rock out to the Final Countdown and Gareth Hughes could break out into his own version of the Birdy Dance.
Both start with auditions, weeding out the nutters, getting rid of those who don't have the talent to go the distance. Then we get down to the top contestants. Week in, week out, they must perform, connect, and show versatility.