I've been I walking by this illustrious establishment (photos over the fold) on Lambton Quay every day lately. It's situated next to the other house of verbiage, the Beehive.
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Can't the bookshop afford curtains?
I bet the Labour MPs laugh their heads off whenever they stroll past.
Tacky!
Posted by: peter | May 19, 2008 at 06:19 PM
Talking about the consummate liars' from Labour taking a stroll peter, I do wonder if your ha ha ha psychotic disease is contagious as a pathetic Helengrad troll?
Posted by: dad4justice | May 19, 2008 at 08:18 PM
"I bet the Labour MPs laugh their heads off whenever they stroll past."
Yeah. Right. I bet Helen's not laughing and if she's not they won't be either. That wet stuff in the gutter outside isn't rain, its their cold sweat.
Posted by: John Boy | May 19, 2008 at 09:11 PM
I'll bet David "Boy Wonder" Cunliffe isn't laughing at the news that the Auditor-General is going to be taking a look at Immigration. Especially when the A-G can set his owm terms of reference, and compel people to give evidence!
Posted by: Inventory2 | May 19, 2008 at 10:01 PM