COMMENT: A hospital emergency room is not the ideal place to watch one of the most important events of our time. Most of the people around you have more pressing personal concerns. But at least the TV in the waiting area at Vancouver was tuned to the Senate committee room in Washington where Donald Trump's nominee for the US Supreme Court was flaming out.
All across North America that day, early hours of Friday in New Zealand, people were watching. I was glad of the distraction. It was our last stop in Canada. I'd woken with stroke symptoms which included defective right-field vision. (Yes, I know, but it wasn't funny at the time). Waiting for the ambulance, I had started to watch Judge Brett Kavanaugh's appalling performance before the Senate judiciary committee.
Until that moment, I confess, I'd had some sympathy for Kavanaugh. I believed everything Christine Blasey Ford could remember of her terrifying encounter with him but the guy had been 17. Was it fair to judge a 53-year-old man by foolishness at that age?
I felt sure that when given the opportunity a jurist with his credentials would deliver a profound expression of regret that a boy of that time was capable of such behaviour, desensitised by drink to the girl's terror in the moments before she managed to get out of the room.
But he didn't say anything like that. He went on the offensive. While he did not doubt Dr Ford had been assaulted it must have been by somebody else. And now she was being shamefully used by the Democratic Party, the "Clintons", who could not accept the 2016 election result...