Issue 153

Anyway, there I am looking so 1972 with a big shirt collar and a porno moustache to boot, being seriously assertive while saying nothing of any substance. Once I’d got over the shock of seeing myself looking so fucking young, I was immediately reminded of a number of similar interviews I’ve seen on telly with…

..from a couple of old geezers venting about how things have deteriorated since ‘our day’. Vaguely apropos of that, I usually have no idea what I’m going to write about when approaching these P&W follies of mine and so I have adopted a standard preparatory procedure. First I have a quick squiz at Christchurch’s The…

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..Centre and Right’s backbone of Australia. About two years ago as I waxed loquacious about caravan parks as one model for solving the problem of too many people occupying too much space at too greater cost. If you drive around Australia’s major cities you see good arable land being swallowed up by McMansions for workers…

.. Mum’s dad Norman, on the other hand, was as bald as a badger (what does that mean?) well before he died at the frighteningly young age of 55. I can remember touching his clammy pate when we were jumping all over him at the end of the day as he tried to relax with…

.. existence, I volunteered that the Max Merritt song I’d commissioned myself to write was on hold while I executed another actual but highly unlikely commission to write some English lyrics for an Italian sixties pop song. The ‘being commissioned’ thing is a good story, but in practice it’s not quite as romantic as it…