Yes, Luke, if you’re a blind, outdoor pétanque player and you want to know specifically whether you and your group can play your sport on the headland above Mairangi Bay on Mother’s Day even if it rains you might not find an exact answer to your question in the recommendations – but you will find enough guidance to make your own decision. And, of course, if you did find a direct answer to your ridiculously arcane question, you’d be in, crocs and all, bitching about the government controlling your life.
If you’re looking to ‘bag the government’, as you yourself put it, you’ll certainly find a way and the more pedantic you get the easier it is. How can you take the advice of Dr Ashley Bloomfield seriously when you’d prefer his name was spelt Ashleigh. Then it would be OK, maybe, but Bloomefield would be better. As for Cindy … how can you see her as credible when so many North Shore snobs clearly don’t?
I do understand your dilemma though, Luke, because I do the same myself. I read your stuff and I always think ‘what a fucking Tory toady’ when maybe you’re just an average guy with ginger facial hair and an eccentric compulsion to twirl your moustachios to look like some poncy Poirot.
Who am I to judge, but just like you, I do. No doubt someone will take you seriously, probably those North Shore ‘would be a Hyacinth Bucket (pronounced Bouquet) if they could be’s’ living on their government handouts and breakfasting on their biases but most of us will see your narrative for what it is, ideologically-driven drivel. Oh, how I ache for the days when I could have said ‘today’s newspaper, tomorrow’s fish and chip paper’ but I can’t any more as the substance has gone from both – no hard copy, and right now, no fish and chips either.
dykiegirl 
Call me old-fashioned lesbian but I reckon that a woman defining as ‘genderqueer’ and ‘non-binary’ who then marries a heterosexual man in a heterosexual wedding ceremony should probably be called heterosexual and not in the slightest bit ‘queer’ or anything other than straight.