Issue 24

..anything at all! Anyway, it was a perfect early autumn morning when we pulled over outside the Selwyn Gallery in Darfield, a two-horse town twenty minutes west of Christchurch where the snowless Southern Alps loom over the parched Canterbury plains, this day under a blank blue sky. Unlike the other very fine galleries we’d visited…

Issue # 8 Coffee I didn’t have my first cup of coffee till I was about twenty years old. It was at the legendary Stagedoor in Christchurch, as bohemian a joint as could be found in that neck of the woods in 1965. As I recall (and I wouldn’t necessarily put great store by my…

You want new product..? 13.10.03 Who says we don’t do our best for our insatiable listening public? The bloody beaut ABC, in the shape of the ever-patient Paul Petran and company, have recorded some of the very best acts that have graced the stages fetchingly dotted about the Queenscliff foreshore during the best darn little…

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..with an annoyingly cheerful ‘Good morning’. Some time is spent contemplating what I would do with all the money I am totally convinced that I am going to win in the next lottery draw, a conviction which has gone totally unrewarded. Annoyingly I know that I have a better chance of being struck by a…

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