





What keeps the herd from running, Stampeding far and wide? The Admin’s long, low whistle, And singing by their side. (from “Cowboy Songs and FaceBook Ballads”) Crikey! It looks like I’ve been excommunicated from another FaceBook Group.
Sometimes you just can’t do nothing. Sometimes you can’t just hope that others do the stuff that you think needs to be done. Sometimes you just have to vote with your feet. We got the chance at the weekend to … Continue reading
It’s election time for local government and we all struggle to sort out who to vote for our local councils and boards. And we complain about how it’s hard to know who to vote for and it’s all a superficial … Continue reading
We traversed the lower Wairarapa a few times as we explored the towns and sights. And as we do, we picked up the tourist pamphlets to see what to see and learn more about the places. Most of the information … Continue reading
So, to carry on from Part 1 a few days ago, I better conclude my story about my close encounter with the justice system in the 1980s. We, the jury, had done our job and been grateful for the defence … Continue reading
This is a different sort of blog post from me. This is the thousand words that a picture might struggle to equal. This is a story about a crime in Christchurch in the 1980s. It gave me a view of … Continue reading
Currently this blog is experiencing a few technical issues. It’s all my fault – I fiddled with things! I’m trying to get photos and galleries under control, and am sort of getting there. Yesterday I even managed to sort out … Continue reading
I used to love the Warehouse. I remember the good old days when it was exciting to hang out there. you never knew what sort of bargain was going to get announced over the PA. They were the place for … Continue reading