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The Delusions of ‘Dolphins’ in the City of Sails

Four years ago my life was tipped upside down after making a rash phone call to my friend, Barry Copeland. We had just attended a small protest on Queens Wharf where we learned of Ports of Auckland’s 90 m expansion plans to Bledisloe Wharf. When I saw the extent of the port’s proposals, it touched a nerve. That evening I called my architect friend and said: “Barry we’ve got to do something about this”.

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A view from the barber’s chair…

There’s not much to look at from a barber’s chair. On my last visit a notice at the bottom of the mirror caught my attention: “Like us on Facebook and follow your barber on Instagram.” since the barber was standing behind me with shears in his hand I was afraid to ask if it was a joke.   Perhaps it’s just in Wanaka where this kind of strange behaviour can be found? Not that I’m paranoid, but I’ve noticed that most of the books in Wanaka library are written by women – well, maybe I am paranoid, but I can read. So why is every book a world-wide best seller?

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The persecution of Israel Folau…

Back in the 1950s and sixties homosexuals were ridiculed and persecuted. Now, people who dare to criticise homosexual lifestyles are ridiculed and persecuted.

It’s time we got over our zealous mission to protect the sensibilities of homosexuals. The battles for homosexual acceptance were waged decades ago and by the end of last century the war was won. However, not everyone was won over and nor will they ever be.

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One December Dawn

(Anzac Day has  passed but in what  seems like a season of remembrance, John Anderson  recalls this little known attack – for Kiwis at least – on the seaport town of Hartlepool and the Royal Navy).

December dawns differ from June dawns on the North Sea.  In the depths of the dark, dreary December days, the same North Sea grey is flecked with wind whipped white waves.  Moreover there is a mucky mist to the day’s dawn.  On land the dawns are dull and dank, unbearable perhaps if not for the Christmas illuminations near the end of the month.

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How did I get here?

I had just celebrated one of those ‘big’ birthdays.  I found myself musing, “How did I get here so quickly?”  A question that surprised even me!  I had hit the end of one decade and was starting another.  While moving through the previous decades had been pretty effortless, this one felt different. The realisation that most of my life is behind me.  Now the future is not sometime out there but is right here, right now! 

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May miscellany

It’s a rugged way to end up – from being loved to bits to being forgotten and dumped along with the week’s other trash. Let’s hope some teddy lover got to him/her before the rubbish truck…

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Max’s Dogs – the grandes dames

Dog JacketMrs Patrick Campbell was one of the grandest of Britain’s grandes dames of the theatre. G.B. Shaw wrote the role of Eliza Dolittle in Pygmalion for her. A devoted dog lover, she brooked no interference or criticism about taking one or two of her pets everywhere with her. On one occasion, clutching her pet while exiting a London taxi, she was confronted by the irate driver who complained that her dog had ‘lost control’ and left a mess. Mrs Campbell drew herself up, looked him in the eye and said firmly ‘I did it’. She then swept away.

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