Owen Glenn Spills Red

Yours truly "interviewed" the impish Owen Glenn at the Soul Bar in 2002 over the course of a long evening. Possibly in a far more revealing way than Kim Ruscoe could manage. Plenty of women in Auckland met Owen Glenn, showed their boobs to Owen Glenn and got on his boat as a direct result. Not many, if any, would have actually talked to Owen Glenn.

It was Louis Vuitton/Americas Cup time and Mr Glenn was just another unassuming short, bald man in the bar buying drinks for any woman who looked at him. He had a collective "harem" of extremely beautiful women around him, and one older woman who looked a lot like his mother, that I was later deemed acceptable to be introduced to:




Glenn spoke with a somewhat weird little accent. He also rubbed his hands frequently in the pose above.

After a few drinks, yours truly enters progressive stages of becoming more right-wing and abusive. This attracts men of similar extraction and excludes the Pinkos and woofters rather nicely. After a bottle of her own stuff, which from memory was Moet, Mr Glenn purchased her a bottle of her choosing. Any Auckland Viaduct whore would have picked at least a second tier Champoo like Krug, but yours truly will only ever have purchased for her what she can afford to buy herself, on the basis if the bastard does not front with the cash, she has to pay anyway. On third-world New Zealand pay rates at the time, 3 years out of graduation, sadly this was another bottle of Moet. It was surprisingly forthcoming.

At the time yours truly had resigned from Pricks with Calculators and was setting off to the Caribbean to work therefore she had an extremely interesting conversation with Mr Glenn after answering his initial IQ test correctly and receiving his (then) business card.



"I have a yacht, it's called "Ubiquitous". {Hands me the publicity material}. Isn't she beautiful?". Correct answer followed "Oh, is that because a man like you is everywhere"? Every other woman in the bar believed the 100+ foot yacht was named after a brand of perfume or a race horse.

Instantaneous connection of right-wing conversation followed. And Cricket. The man loves Cricket. As you can imagine, I didn't hold back on the Government of the day and Mr Glenn was extremely supportive of the idea that they were all things evil. Mr Glenn had an aversion to ALL forms of tax, claimed to own absolutely nothing and aggressively told me that all the women who were after him for his money were wasting their time as it was all in trust hidden in the Caribbean. Glenn was worth several hundred million then, in the world according to Glenn. I had no reason to doubt him. He talked a good "I am f**king stinking rich and proud of it" game. Not many who are genuinely this wealthy do in New Zealand, but it was clear he was raised foreign.

Based on my unwritten and unspoken rule of attraction - "Thou shall never sleep with a bald man", there was no way our conversation was anything but academic. Glenn as well I caught on had his own unwritten and unspoken rule of attraction - "Thou shall never sleep with a woman with an IQ of more than 100". There was therefore no reason to doubt that our several hours spent together of virtually uninterrupted right-wing jousting was anything but genuine sport.

Glenn at the time I was certain wasn't resident anywhere for tax purposes, let alone a tax haven like Monaco, slumming it on his rather nice yacht with different women at every port. While I find this a totally suitable and ethical outcome of cleverly utilising the tax rules of the world, Labour are of course a party who hates "rich pricks" who "dodge tax".

Glenn is the ultimate personification of it. I would be PROUD to have him as a client. He has paid less tax in New Zealand than ANY, I repeat ANY member of the Business Roundtable. Even the ones now based overseas who were vilified for upping sticks. He has a New Zealand Honour and was allegedly offered a Cabinet post.

Can someone spell S.T.O.O.G.E?

It has to rate right up there with any UK "cash for honours" scandal. As an expat, Glenn's total contribution to "business" and the "community" was writing a bloody big cheque to Auckland University, and one more to the Labour Party. Any Mangere corner dairy owner has done more for New Zealand "business" and the "community" than Owen Glenn.

He was right wing enough to despite all the tittie on offer in the bar with less than 100 IQ points, spend the best part of all night speaking with me. He did not seem to like the "sisterhood", unless they were hot and invited him to watch. He bemoaned the lefties in New Zealand and their sexual habits. One of his harem came over and "twirled" for me, his "Personal Assistant"(I kid you not) who bore a striking resemblance to Stacey/Miss Hancock from WWF/WWE/WCW wrestling. She was the LEAST attractive of the obviously imported harem. (Just for the Heine bro's...and of course all the middle aged men who read my blog expecting sex to be regularly combined with politics and business).

Indeed God did.

In my opinion Owen Glenn has about as much chance of being a true Labour supporter as Fulham do of winning the Premiership this year.

Anyway I liked Owen Glenn and discounted the fact that some of what he might have been talking about was total bulls**t. The radar was on full that night and feeling it from his direction. Despite his ability to run up huge, generous bar tabs, he was definitely not a "nice guy" to be trusted. There was an underlying current of cold, evil, scheming, brilliant Machiavellian about him.

I was rather shocked when it was known he had given vast sums of money to Labour and an interest-free loan for a fundraising professional, that as made under market conditions, the interest foregone counts as a donation.

And worst:

In the past, Miss Clark had tried to lure him back to New Zealand and into the Labour Cabinet, suggesting that, with his background, he would be a sitter for the plum role of transport minister.

But Mr Glenn was not convinced, saying that, with all the major transport assets sold off to private owners, there would be little for him to do.

I simply don't believe Labour or Dear Leader offered him this at all. He's now just f**king with them.

And this is unusual for Glenn as from what I have seen, he only f**ks with extremely hot women.

Owen Glenn is only in it for Owen Glenn and Owen Glenn's business interests.

He's the kind of guy who fronts up with a cheque book for a political party and anyone sane in politics sucks up the lemon and tells him to shove the cheque book back up his a** as he has only business, not political principles. Labour must have been absolutely desperate to take his cash as one would give them credit with the collective political experience their hierarchy has, that they knew that a man like Glenn was a publicity and glory seeking handful.

That Glenn has now reported these comments in the MSM says to me that he expects a change in Government very soon.

Dear Leader will NOT be amused. Least of all the price for his donation 2008 appears to be a change in New Zealand's anti-nuclear policy!!