It looks like Len Brown has finally worked out how to solve his image problem.
He's sent councillor Arthur Anae and functionary Roger Blakeley to play diversion by taking on the menace of windscreen washers at intersections.
At last someone is going to protect us from the threat of assault with a deadly washcloth - something that is already illegal but apparently not illegal enough.
Anae is considering confiscating their buckets, but the washers are a doughty lot, possessed of a fierce and determined rebel spirit that only the most foolhardy bureaucrats (and isn't that most of them?) would challenge. "If you take my bucket, I will still have my sponge. You can take my sponge, I'll still have some Wet Ones. And you can take my Wet Ones, but, so help me God, you'll never, ever take my tongue."
The pronouncements remind us, in case we forget, that municipal councils are as much as anything an opportunity for bureaucrats to practise their art. This time they've excelled themselves, with talk of licences, uniforms, codes of conduct and spot fines.