At the height of global panic around the WannaCry ransomware cryptoworm this week, notorious New Zealand cyber-warlord Lambshank dressed as a lampshade and tiptoed undetected into the prime minister's office. She scrawled on a 1B5 pad the contents of his inbox, and immediately forwarded the materials to your correspondent via an alternative fax. Here are the excerpts that matter.
From Alfred Ngaro
Thanks for the message, Bill. I fully understand, boss, and it won't happen again. It is indeed true that I unleashed at the party conference the other day a lolly scramble of threats about government funding of organisations and showing disrespect and taking funding off the table, and I can tell you, from the bottom of my heart, that I humbly, unequivocally and deeply regret those comments being made public.
From Steven Joyce
Only four months to go, and we're playing around with a few ideas for the campaign tune. We want something modern, or "funky". Something a bit of boom, boom, boom, boom. Something pretty legal.
Here's what I've got so far. It's you, in a navy suit, standing on a Team Key car, staring down the barrel of the camera. And, sing: "I do my walk-run on the Tinakori Hill / The order, it goes walk, run, walk, then standing still / I get back to the office, wanna scream the truth / You think a Red-Green-Winston coalition is a plausible government to ensure a stable economic outlook for ordinary New Zealanders going forward, you're such a damn liar / So honey I'll be votin' blue, in September / I'm waiting for it, that blue light, I want it (x8)."
From Alfred Ngaro
Thanks for the message, sir. No, don't think there's anything much to cause concern. Except maybe for GNS Science. Gave them a bit of a bollocking. No more big earthquakes in election year, I told them, or all the things they are doing are off the table. No media there, so should be fine. And think about it: how many big earthquakes have there been since?