Young man businessman looking up from opening his mail with an expression of outrage
Young man businessman looking up from opening his mail with an expression of outrage

MediaNovember 22, 2017

Please pray for these Aucklanders whose homes are making too much money

Young man businessman looking up from opening his mail with an expression of outrage
Young man businessman looking up from opening his mail with an expression of outrage

There’s a lot of trouble in Auckland right now. Homelessness is growing. Many mostly-young or poor people are facing the prospect of never owning a home in the city. But this week the media has highlighted the plight of another group of Aucklanders who are doing it tough: people whose houses are making too much money. Hayden Donnell pleads for us to keep unexpectedly asset-rich homeowners in our thoughts and prayers.

Auckland Council released its latest property valuations this week, showing house prices have risen by an average of 46% in the city over the last three years. The average Auckland house is now worth more than $1 million. Herne Bay houses may soon hit an average of $3 million.

Many have celebrated the valuations. But others asked the question: is there potentially a downside to property being priced beyond the reach of all but a diminishing, aging group of landed gentry? Thankfully our journalists were on the case. Led by Radio New Zealand – so often a bastion for stories about the plight of our non-homeowners – they turned a critical eye toward the data. They drilled down. And finally they found a group of people who might be suffering from the flip-side of massive house price inflation: homeowners who mistakenly believe they’ll incur large rates rises as a result of their gigantic, barely taxed capital gains. We need to keep these people in our thoughts and prayers.

Generic man with an expression of outrage, presumably after discovering his property valuation had changed in some way. Generic stock photo: Getty

Look at the plight of Juliet, whose Piha bach nearly doubled in value over the last three years. Juliet – who also owns a Ponsonby villa – said it didn’t seem right that the valuation of her all-but-untaxed asset had increased in from $675,000 to more than $1 million. The council may have overestimated improvements to her house, she said. Many Aucklanders have problems, but making a half-million dollar capital gain on your beachfront investment property seems a particularly cruel burden to bear. Juliet deserves our sympathy.

Think too of Anthony, who in the same story complains that he may have to pay more rates because his Dairy Flat home has risen in value by 75%. “You wonder why the rates go up because we don’t get any wastewater, no buses,” he said. Luckily the Unitary Plan allows for increased building intensity in city fringe areas like Dairy Flat, which will necessitate extra services such as wastewater and buses. But that doesn’t make it less painful that his house has grown in value by an even more galactically huge amount than those in the rest of Auckland, and thus may incur several dozens more dollars in rates.

Think of him – but not for too long – because we must beam prayers to Michael Barnett. The chairman of the Auckland Chamber of Commerce went on Radio New Zealand to argue for a change in the rating system. “Just because I’m rich and you’re poor doesn’t mean there’s a difference in services or quality of services provided” he said, making the case that it’s unfair to ask people with million dollar-plus properties to pay more to council than low-income renters.

Mike Hosking, too, highlighted the plight of the asset-rich. “The concept that we pay rates based on the value of our house is, of course, insane,” he wrote. “No one knows this better than those on fixed incomes. Through no fault or doing of their own, your income has gone nowhere fast, but your house has. And because your house has, the bill goes up.”

Thankfully there’s good news for Hosking, who is currently selling his Remuera mansion to make room for his growing family. People on low fixed incomes who struggle to afford their rates bill can apply for a rates rebate. If Hosking’s income meets the criteria, he can get some of his rates expenditure back.

But there’s not just good news for Hosking. All these unhappy paper millionaires and the media reporting on them will be pleased to know that their complaints seem to be based on a fundamental misunderstanding of how rates work. Having a house that drastically increases in value doesn’t automatically mean your rates will go up drastically. The total rates bill is set separately to these valuations – at an average of 2.5% per household. The only thing the valuations affect is what percentage of the bill each property will pay. If someone’s house rises in value more than the citywide average of 46%, they’ll pay a little more. If their house increased in value less than 46%, they’ll pay less.

That will please Hosking. Remuera houses only increased in value by 42% on average.

Nor need someone like Anthony of Dairy Flat worry too much. His 75% house price increase will mean a rates rise of 3.7%, rather than the citywide average of 2.5%, though he will likely be coming from a comparatively low base.

But even if the effects aren’t as devastating as they imagine, all this complaining from homeowners about their high house prices is significant. They may not be suffering physically – like for instance, a family living in a cold, mouldy garage – but they are suffering emotionally, and the brain is the body’s most important organ.

Maybe all this psychic trauma brought on by their unfeasibly high house prices will result in a profound political change. Is Labour ready for a fever-pitched campaign from homeowners for them to introduce a capital gains tax, launch a massive building programme for high-density housing, and end negative gearing? One thing’s for sure: these people don’t want to deal any more with the burden of having overvalued houses.

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Paddles Twitter

MediaNovember 22, 2017

I ran the Paddles the Cat Twitter account

Paddles Twitter

He was an underemployed journalism graduate who on a whim created a Twitter account for PM Jacinda Ardern’s cat Paddles. Then it went viral. Then Paddles died.

I was in the supermarket in Newtown, Wellington when my Radio New Zealand app alerted me that Winston Peters had chosen to form a coalition government with Labour. It seemed surreal how such a monumental shift had taken place in New Zealand politics while I stood there, grinning at my phone, surrounded by celery and swedes.

I wanted to shout out, I wanted to high five people, I wanted to dance. Perhaps because I’m very culturally English (first generation) I struggle to outwardly express emotion, so instead I took to Twitter to celebrate with my people – because everyone knows Twitter is pretty much just comedians, journalists, socialists, and a few alarmingly angry people.

As I joined in the silent, thumb-dancing, hunchbacked celebrations on Twitter, something struck me. Clarke Gayford was now our First Gentleman… but what about Paddles, Jacinda Ardern’s gorgeous ginger and white polydactyl cat? Where were Paddles’ congratulations on becoming the First Cat of New Zealand? I tweeted something to this effect, and @zaichishka replied – ‘yes, but does Paddles have Twitter?’

Good point. I signed out and created the account. On my own account, I wrote:

@FirstCatofNewZealand? No. Too long. @FirstCatofNZ. Yes.

I’ve since deleted the tweet to cover my tracks.

The @FirstCatofNZ account sat there for a day. It was study break time and I was finishing up my Graduate Diploma in Journalism Studies at Massey (btw, please hire me). On the Saturday, I had finished my assignments for the day, and around 8pm or so gave Paddles’ her profile picture, wrote a quick bio and her first tweet:

1K retweets later…

I didn’t think about it much. I was just having some fun. It had been a crap day – stressed with assignments, I logged on to Twitter to find that people had been sharing some dumb graphic about MMP that demonstrated a fundamental misunderstanding of how MMP works. It was frustrating.

This bullshit.

I’m not sure how the account took off. Either I retweeted it or @zaichishka did – perhaps both of us did. I have 1000 followers (just) and Eleanor has 2,300. That’s all it took. The retweets, comments and likes skyrocketed, and along with it, the follows.

“Bastard cat,” I thought, still erroneously assuming Paddles was a boy. Took me five years on Twitter to reach 1K followers; Paddles got there in 24 hours.

“Bet the Herald will pick it up tomorrow,” I said to my sister.

Not quite. It was the Sunday Star Times. Hats off.

Photo: Twitter user @chamfy

After this, it went absolutely bonkers, rising at about 1000+ followers a day for a week. At the time of writing, Paddles has 11,797 followers.

Paddles’ rise to pawer.

It got picked up locally, by Stuff, Spy, RNZ, Mindfood, the Otago Daily Times. Even NZ Farmer got on board. Then it exploded globally – Vanity Fair, Huffington Post, Mashable, People, Buzzfeed and the BBC. It was even in languages that I not only don’t understand but I can’t even recognise. Paddles is huge in India. And of course the prime minister herself commented on it on the AM Show, and Paddles was added to the cat wall at Sunrise in Australia.

It was surreal. And the weirdest part was, for that fleeting moment, I (through Paddles of course) was world famous, but the world didn’t know I was famous. It was very public and very private all at the same time. Only a few people know I’m Paddles’ PR Guy – my family, and a few of my friends. Also that barista that happened to be there when Paddles made Vanity Fair.

I didn’t have any expectations when I created the account, just to amuse myself tweeting as a cat. Maybe a few followers. Definitely under 1000, probably under 100. I thought I could comment on things like that silly MMP meme and, of course, make some cat puns. The funny thing is, I’m not even that big on cats, and I didn’t vote for Labour. When it went viral I felt quite unqualified to be an unofficial part of Labour Party PR. And I’m more of a dog guy. So I was particularly torn when responding to dogs who tweeted at Paddles; I had to remain in character and yet welcome the doggie friends to the fold. Dogs, cats, even a lizard or two welcomed Paddles to Twitter – the outpouring was beautiful.

That was my first lesson from running the account. Here’s a few more.

Humanity is still kind of okay

Paddles taught me that adults will still suspend their belief for a fairy tale, and it’s lovely. We’re more like children than we like to admit. It’s awesome. I created a character, but people made Paddles. #Wholesome #Blessed #Pure

Some people just want to kick over sandcastles

Some people see that kind of purity and they are compelled to attempt to destroy it. It’s very transparent and quite sad. Like, imagine being so sad that you take it out on a cat on Twitter? Instead of being mad back, I felt a profound sense of sadness for those people. It hurts my heart a bit. Makes me think of Voldemort’s weird gasping old man/foetus soul in Harry Potter.

The world is kinda desperate for joy right now

It’s pretty hard to know the subtle chemistry that made Paddles go viral. I think it’s the idea of having a ‘First Cat’ of any country, but especially a place that is as romanticised overseas as New Zealand is. Then there’s the fact she was a particularly cute cat for sure, though there are plenty of cute cats on the internet. Maybe it’s that she had a point of difference – as a polydactyl cat, she had an extra claw on each paw that made it look like she had hands.

It was all of these things, but I also think it was that Paddles had a message quite rare and poignant these days: be kind. She was definitely sassy, and shot down a few haters, but the core of her message was about being kind to yourself and others. It’s the kind of message that the internet and perhaps the whole world is jonesing for at the moment.

All good things come to an end

I was just starting to consider how I was going to manage the new responsibility that was Paddles’ Twitter account when she passed away. Clarke Gayford messaged me ahead of the news breaking to let me know – such a decent and kind thing to do. He said “thank you for bringing her spirit to life” in that message, and I’ve scarcely felt more honoured in my life. Genuinely.

It was my privilege to work for Paddles, and for the people who loved her around the world. It is so funny and curious how a seemingly little thing can have such an enormous impact. She was just a cat, it was just a Twitter account, but it was bigger than that – it was people sharing and caring. And as Pollyanna as that may sound, that people would so wholeheartedly embrace such goodness is pretty encouraging in the volatile world we live in now.

So as much as I would have loved to keep tweeting on behalf of Paddles, it was time to let the account go with her. I’ll never delete it, but she’ll never tweet again. She was just too good for this world.

Gareth Morgan is a total dick

I mean, I was never a fan, but I thought y’know, maybe his stuff about cats (keeping them inside, not getting new ones, protecting our native species) made some sense.

But nah.

He’s just a tactless narcissist who thinks if he shouts the loudest he is right. Take a leaf out of Paddles’ book, Gareth, and be kinder. Everyone can be.