It's perhaps my favourite thing about New Zealand politics. Just about as Kiwi as you can possibly get. Whenever it's time to select an MP's member bill for debate before our Parliament, we don't pick it out of some golden, jewel-encrusted box or have it delivered by regal horsemen from an impenetrable Swiss safe.
We pick it from the biscuit tin. The biscuit tin. A 30-year-old, blue-and-white biscuit tin with a label, "Members' Bills," sellotaped on the front.
It's as though our democracy is a game of charades.
The funny thing about the biscuit tin – aside from it being a biscuit tin – is that it seems to have a habit of throwing forward particularly interesting bills. That's where Louisa Wall's marriage equality bill originated. And this week it happened again. Chloe Swarbrick's booze bill was pulled from the biscuit tin.
I'm not someone who prickles at a good time, but I think our collective approach to alcohol is one of the biggest hypocrisies in New Zealand society. We won't legalise cannabis, and we'll live in a state of near-constant panic over the damage caused by methamphetamine, but we do almost nothing meaningful when it comes to alcohol harm.