I was outside the Supreme Court on the morning of the arrival of Dr Edwards and the publisher Alistair Taylor when they turned up to answer writs. I noticed a rival publisher waddle past discreetly and prudently grinning sideways from over the road. Dressed as I was in my best suit - some personages no doubt regarded me as a commissar 'reviewing the troops', and by this I don't mean the demonstrators. However, one demonstrator eyed me dubiously. Both the press and the others did not - as they know who I am and where I stand. It intrigues me why demonstrators tend to make a point of sartorial rebellion, each time they go out to 'show the flag' for their causes. It is my view that I could gain great attention and a more sympathetic public ear for a cause like the 'Incest and Bestiality Law Refore League' simply by hiring two dozen Salvation Army well-pressed suits.

I am pleased to say the television sequences I saw filmed of the two 'felons' arriving were dead-accurate non-truncated or pissed-around-with as shown on the 7 pm news that evening. I never knew that cameramen used sound on simple sequences like Supreme Court arrivals. My 'Good Luck' to Taylor as he passed the first bank of cameras was picked up by a microphone somewhere; so my dissident bleat which went out on network (a Christchurch block tells me it was distinct) made at least some contribution despite being a non-beardy who outrageously placed his radicalism into an ordinary suit.

The Evening Post too even ran fair photomontage of the handful of demonstrators. That same photo was also in the Greymouth Evening Star. Things are looking up, maybe. A friend told me when the Evening Post finally came out against the Vietnam war it reminded him of a putrid leper walking onstage in a clean shirt and tie.