Darn it! We’ve lost the Trump Show.  But like any series this one had to finish its run, one which was finally killed off by his wearisome tweets, his lies, his vulgarity, and his vanity. In some ways it was an old story: bad guy terrorises the town. Good guy rides in and takes him down, as all old Western movies showed us.

It was a fitting end, for Trump took the world’s biggest democracy to the precipice of autocracy. So as the indulged child-President whined about this fake claim, the lights finally dimmed and went out.

Superstitions – Baldness

In spite of extensive advertising claims to the contrary, most men afflicted by baldness find the condition irreversible. An American superstition claims that baldness can be delayed by cutting the existing hair very short then singeing the cut ends. Another superstition claims that when a man starts to go bald, he can slow the process by stuffing cyclamen leaves up his nose.  And sprinkling parsley seeds on the head three times a year is also believed to help.

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Let Them Eat Cake

I don’t share the wishful thinking of those who believe the Corona pandemic will somehow lead us to a more enlightened way of thinking. As if the blight of dirty dairying, unsustainable tourism and no-tax housing investment is going to be less inviting after alert level one has come and gone.

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Peggotty

It is not as if he came into my life, rather I came into his.  He was a fisherman and still is.  He was a wedding present to my parents but I do not know the donor.  He wore a nondescript greyish sou-wester, a blue jersey and black Wellington boots.

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Back to the future, resource management style…

Negative stories abound about our once much-vaunted Resource Management Act. It’s hard to meet a property-owner in my community who doesn’t have a gripe about it.

In my case, it’s personal. My brother and I went through three very expensive, time-consuming resource consents, after we knocked over a rat-infested bach and replaced it with a spacious holiday home.

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New societies Post Covid-19 ?

Mt Eden Rd, Three Kings, Auckland

This was the day people had been waiting for, the day that might end the boredom, anxieties, the frustrations and loneliness of life lived under lockdown. When Monday finally dawned, a mild sunlight filtered through the trees in a leafy suburb devoid of cars, but full of birdsong. It really seemed as if something new lay ahead…

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What lockdown?

For me; retired, no mortgage, good health, a section to wander around, family near-by and pleasant surroundings, the shut-down is nothing more than a mild inconvenience. A far cry from the experience of the many people who don’t know how they’ll get by without savings, job or secure home, never mind anxiety about the looming economic depression.

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