I have a bit of a girly crush on new Labour MP Jacinda Ardern. 

Because TV3 is all copyright concerned, i can't embed the video, but watch her interview with Oliver Driver (mmm Oliver) here.

Think she could have done with some lipstick - i'm no lipstick girl myself but she looked a tad washed out...like the top though. Nice and cheerful in these doom and gloom times.

Her view that Opposition parties need to know when to celebrate positive changes made by the Party in Government was a refreshing change from the norm. Before the election i got pretty sick of constantly hearing that everything that anyone did was wrong, and bad, and that we're all worse off because of so and so's idea.

Here's some more, just cos i can't get enough...the tailored suit is a good look on her - a nice contrast to the masses of fabric worn by the likes of Annette King and Ruth Dyson. The little brooch on her lapel is cute too...very 40's. Hopefully she'll continue to make good clothing choices so i can gush over her some more.

Oh here's another one. Ugh I hate Paul Henry. So rude, and not in a funny way like Oliver Driver. I'll leave Paul to gush over Nikki Kaye. She does have good balance with her choice of suit/top/necklace. Keep an eye on that one, too. 

I'm rather looking forward to the House being back in session next week - yay!

Hi, my name is Polly and I am a political junkie.

There. I said it. 

I got up at 5.30am to watch Obama's inauguration. I know, I know, I could have just got up at some reasonable time and watched it on delayed coverage at 11, but I wanted it to be memorable. You know, be able to tell the Grandkids about how 'i remember' (in that shaky old lady voice) ' when i got up at some crazy ass hour to watch McHottie Obama get sworn in as the first African American President of the USA. Oh, he was fiiiine! And you know, that wife of his, she wore this amazing dress. Showed off her figure it did. Brought classic elegance back to the White House, yes indeed.'

Not entirely sure how the voice in my head ended up with a Southern American accent.

So, someone told Aretha Franklin that that hat was a good idea. It really wasn't. Though I like the shades of grey. Mmm grey.

Paul Henry's tie on Breakfast? Was he taking the piss?  

I was intrigued by the amount Obama referred to bringing in an era of the States being an international peace keeping force. It's about time. 

Obama said it: He tangata, he tangata, he tangata. It is the people, it is the people, it is the people. And boy, did the people come. Holy crap, that was a crowd. I wonder how many had to step over the corpses of their prejudice to turn up and support the first African American President. 

My hope is that his mentioning the great concern of global warming will lead to greater global action on the issue.. John Key seems determined to pawn to dirty old Rodney Hide and have a select committee that considers if climate change even frigging exists. Shame on you, smiley man.

Dick Cheney in a wheel chair. Ah, karma.

Despite what i'm going to tell the grandkids, i'm not sure about Michelle Obama's dress. Carly Flynn liked it. I'm fond of the design, but not the colour. Or the sparkle. But the cut is very Jackie O. Good. That's what she needs to do. 

I can just imagine what is going through her head while watching Bush leave in the helicopter - 

'oh my goodness. I am holding the hand of the President of the United States. OMG. OMFG. This is my life. How did I get here?And later, i'll go to BED with the PRESIDENT! Holy crap. Better shave my legs.'

Obama is a symbol of hope that everyone, no matter what, can cheer for. Just because he identifies with Bob the Builder and tells us that 'yes, we can.'

I had chocolate cake for breakfast. Because, yes, i can. Anyway, how else is one meant to celebrate history?

oh Oliver Driver. You are beautiful. And tall. And so hot in that black on black suit. My Mum doesn't like it. I adore that you stare down the camera at me and take the piss. And say all the completely inappropriate things that everyone is thinking but would never dare say. 

Right. Coffee time.

Love, Polly xx