I bought my first dictaphone a little over a year ago. It was my new toy and I spent many a happy day ringing different people for comments about this or that. One of the first calls I made was to the Prime Minister's office. Somebody had told me that John Key wore non New Zealand made suits and, as a serious and responsible fashion blogger, I was determined to get to the bottom of this vicious and dirty rumour.
It took me about 90 seconds to track down the phone number, five to dial it, six to get connected, and 10 or so to speak the following words:
"Hi, my name is Isaac Hindin Miller and I'm a fashion blogger. I was just wondering if I could please talk to John Key's stylist."
The lady on the other end of the line sounded confused.
"His stylist? I don't think Mr Key has a stylist."
I pressed on.
"Um, ok, listen I just want to talk to the person who buys his suits."
"I don't quite understand what you mean. Mr Key buys his own suits."
"Right. In that case, can you please ask Mr Key where he buys his suits? I've heard a rumour that he wears non New Zealand made suits and I'd like to know if it's true or not. And, if so, why he doesn't support local designers and manufacturers?"
Confusion turned to exasperation.
"Really? Riiiight. Okay, hold the line please."
She put the phone down and I could faintly hear her yelling out across the office.
"John! There's a guy on the phone who wants to know where you get your suits from!"
Moments later, she was back.
"Are you there? Yeah, he said he gets them from various New Zealand companies including RJB and a few ties from Hallensteins. Does that solve your mystery?"
"Yes, yes it does. Thank you for your time."
There's nothing quite like living in a country where the Prime Minister is, literally, one call away.
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