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Bad Apples. Bad Man.

Grace Millane. Saddened? Hell yes. Sickened? You know it. Shocked? Unfortunately, no.  I haven’t been on a date in a long time. Possibly because, as a forty something, hirsute, chubby, balding man with an empty wallet, I am far from desirable. More likely my lack of recent dating experience is due to my long-term, happy […]

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Dish Drying Dreams

Soapy detergent suds and a setting sun, to the backing track of the Smashing Pumpkins.  I hope everyone has a dishwasher. Here, at my place, unless I can convince the girls it is their turn, then I am it. The Dishwasher. Not Harvey Keitel The Cleaner. Nothing as cool as that for me. So I […]

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Bah Humbug

Great, here we go again! Enforced festivity anyone? December 1st. That’s right, for all you international readers, it has already begun for us here in the shaky isles. Christmas cheer, seasons greetings and all that. Time to roll out the decorations, debate the virtues of real or fake trees, start compiling lists of the naughty […]

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Marvel-ous

Another one bites the dust. At 95, it is highly unlikely anyone will be taken by surprise at the passing of Stan Lee. A good knock as ‘they’ say. And what else can’t be doubted is the influence the man had over so much of our modern culture. One of the key people behind Marvel […]

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Creepy

What to do when your kids get spooky? Culture has been a bit of a theme of late. The 31st of October does nothing to alter that. Halloween is a tradition that might date all the way back to the Celts, but it is relatively new to New Zealand, courtesy of the the good ole […]

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Glaze

How much do you care? A broad question I know. And if I am perfectly honest, I don’t have any interest in your response, if indeed you bother to. Which, undoubtedly, you won’t, whoever ‘you’ are. The thing is, now that the internet or World Wide Web or whatever it is actually called, is well […]

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Culture Shock

New Zealand is a great big little country.  I am too young to really feel like I was ever a part of a cultural identity. The imagery was still there, when I was a young lad. Black singlets and stubby shorts and floppy hats and keys left in the ignition and long hot summers and […]

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