Chris Trotter and Winston went on a camping trip. After a good dinner and finishing off a bottle of fine whiskey, they retire for the night, and go to sleep. Some hours later, Winston wakes up and nudges his faithful friend. ‘Trotsky, look up at the sky and tell me what you see.” "I see millions and millions of stars, Winston,” replies Trotter. “And what do you deduce from that?” Trotter ponders for a minute. “Well, astronomically, it tells me that there are millions of galaxies and potentially billions of planets. Astrologically, I observe that Saturn is in Pisces. Horologically, I deduce that the time is approximately a quarter past four." “Meteorologically, I suspect that we will have a beautiful day tomorrow. Theologically, I can see that God is all powerful and that we are a small and insignificant part of the universe. Metaphorically, I can see millions and millions of voters, twinkling in the electoral canvas of New Zealand politics, guiding your path in the darkne...