The trick with Jacinda Ardern is that it isn’t a trick. I once thought it might be. I now want a hug from Jacinda before I die. This permanent change comes from a place of shame. During my non-believer phase, circa March 2017, I spotted Ardern at a St Patrick’s Day festival of fiddly-dee songs. Probably in the way retired All Blacks players bore the new caps, I decided to give Ardern the benefit of my inglorious three years’ experience as an MP.

NZ election: Jacinda Ardern victory result of core philosophy