NAKED TRUTHS
Of course we had a row. You can’t, or I can’t, interview Paul Henry and not have a row. Somebody once took a picture of us glaring at each other in an Auckland bar, silently but furiously having a row, and put it on social media.
It was a picture of us getting on famously. This is the third time I’ve tried to interview him and I have finally figured out why we get on. It is because we both hold ridiculous but hard-argued views on things that matter not at all.
The last interview’s row was over my electronic cigarette. He said, “I’m glad to see you’re smoking. Oh, that’s not a real cigarette. Either smoke or don’t. That’s not living, is it? It looks a bit stupid.”
Why on earth would he care? “Well, I’m sitting with you. It does look stupid. It goes blue at the end!”
That was pure Paul Henry. He would have approved of me smoking an actual cigarette because doing so would have offended other people, and that would have amused him.
The only thing that offends him is dullness. “I think one of the saddest things is how dull people are, just in general life. Why not try
