It Must be Leap Year by Trevor Plumbly
Rebirth There’s a spring in my step of late, and I have regained the name I was christened with; the anonymous grumpy old git with a white cane tapping along the street has gone, and I now stride as a man of some import should. It is, of course, election time in NZ and I, along with countless other nonentities, have been released from the standard sentence of ineffectual opinion. I am no longer ‘the man in the street’; those competing for my favour feel it’s important for me to see the… Read More
A Week in a Small Country by Trevor Plumbly
Judge Not . . . Much has been happening this week down here, or what passes for much in New Zealand. Trouble is, in a small country like ours, the media have to punt around a bit to get decent headlines or get a bit creative – fortunately, there are always a few folk around to lend a hand. Main news recently was the case of two teenagers punching another boy following rugby practice which resulted in his death. It was later discovered that the victim had a heart condition which could… Read More
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