In her seemingly never-ending ability to surprise, Tory Whanau fronts on the local Newstalk ZB morning show in her beleaguered capital yesterday and scores herself a 9/10. 

If she had come from comedy I could have seen the joke she was making. 

But she doesn’t come from comedy, which is not to say her reign hasn’t been comedic. 

She is the Meghan Markle of local body politics - so self-absorbed and she doesn’t appear cognisant as to just how destructive and useless she is. 

I wasn’t going to even comment on Whanau given it’s a local issue, she has announced she's off, and the sooner the Whanau era of terror ends the better. 

But fly in the ointment: she is still standing for a seat and bringing potentially all her 9/10 madness with her. 

Now the guard rails on this part of her future are of course in the hands of the public of the capital. You don’t have to have more of it. You can in fact vote for someone else. 

As such she is free to take her record, put it in front of you and test it. 

But it takes a special sort of narcissist to think of herself so highly, having just been bundled out of the big race because she knows she can't win. 

If she is a 9/10, she should be bolting home. But that’s the problem with narcissists, isn't it? They continue to bluster even when they know the game is up. 

She is also a wider problem by remaining as part of the wider picture. She puts people off. 

Local body politics is crying out for decent, hardworking, competent contributors, but who in their right mind is interested in sitting round a table with buffoons? 

A bunch of do-gooding lifers, who as often as not, are not actually able to get work in the normal world. 

Not all of Wellington's many, many problems are on Tory. But she led the team that wrought the havoc and the stuff she inherited, she didn’t help. 

Her advice to poor, old Nick Mills, who had to listen to this tripe, was every time you see a road cone, you see progress. 

It's that sort of fairytale, fanciful nonsense most of us realise isn't remotely true. 

Maybe that’s her ultimate problem. Maybe she lives in her head 

In her head Wellington is a riviera and Tory is the queen of that riviera. The pipes didn’t burst, the city boomed, and Tory oversaw a renaissance. 

Maybe that's how all narcissists delude themselves.