Len Brown: Slow train coming

Len Brown hitched up his pants. Well, he thought, here we go. Here we go again. He surveyed the scene before him like Caesar in the senate of Rome. As mayor of Auckland, he had been in this room many times, countless times, at the top of the stairs in the Auckland Town Hall. He felt good. He was confident. He sized up the table one last time, and chose the chicken in a piquant sauce.