Now, our fashion choices aside—and your loss, New Zealand—if a Whangaruvian takes a trip to another town's hospital, we've also found there's far less chance of enjoying the indoor rain feature that we call a ceiling, and much less chance of the added excitement of sewage joining the deluge, as happened earlier this year. In fact, less of a chance has generally summed up most chances in my home town. In Whangārei, while some people do well, just over 40 percent have an income of $50,000 or less, and one in three are in the most deprived quintile. Now, that inevitably means our health statistics are even less flash than our vehicles. We have some of the greatest health needs in the country, and meanwhile, as I was hinting earlier, one of the oldest and cruddiest hospitals in the country.