I wasn’t surprised to read of Tamati Coffey putting show-pony Rawiri Waititi in his place over neckties in Parliament.
I’ve only met him once, some years ago when he was a broadcaster and the abiding memory he left me was his civility.
Waititi is as said, a show pony with abysmal sartorial taste. A pale blue suit doesn’t suit obesity and a cowboy hat, not just indoors but anywhere, screams of infantile attention seeking.
As Coffey succinctly said to the blowhard, “the job is not about you.”
