Kāti rā, ā te tākiritanga mai o te ata, ā te huanga ake o te awatea, kia tau he māramatanga, kia ū ko te pai, kia mau ko te tika. Koinei ko te tangi a te ngākau e Rongo, tūturu ōwhiti whakamaua kia tina, tina! Hui e, tāiki e! (And so, as dawn rises, and […]
Tag: fiction
RymanHealth ‘Senior New Zealander of the Year’
In early December, I was contacted by the people who run the New Zealander of the Year Awards and informed that I was, once again, a semi-finalist (top 10) for Senior New Zealander of the Year yet again. I must admit I was really chuffed as it’s a nice acknowledgement of the work I do […]
The All Blacks v The Wallabies
Early in the year, Cadbury ran a promotion celebrating volunteers. This involved submitting the name, a brief CV, and a photograph of the person you were recommending as a top volunteer and Cadbury would turn this into a cute, animated cartoon video featuring that person. This seemed like fun, so I submitted details for both […]
Friendships – old and gone
It’s been an odd year for friendships. I’ve reconnected with people I went to primary school with over seventy years ago, and I’m constantly astonished at the longevity for some of my friendships. I guess the other natural result of a prolonged existence is that, on quite a regular basis, one or other of my […]
Alex Reed. Who?
Many years ago, I met a young actor named Alexander Reed. Actually, that’s not true, I didn’t. In those days he was a handsome, youthful, acting-obsessed fellow called Aleksander Ristov and we ‘did theatre’ together. Shakespeare, all sorts of stuff. His dream was to go to New York and to become Al Pacino. Instead, he […]
Edinburgh Comes Home
I’ve been to Edinburgh, but I don’t remember that much about it. It wasn’t that memorable. Grey clouds, and rain. I stayed in quite a nice hotel, small, and a bit classy. I had a nice first floor room that overlooked a rather elegant street. None of this was planned. The hotel just happened to […]
Moe Miti ~ a theatre review
I will taste the bitter separation and oil my skin with it. I will listen for all that is old and with my ear pressed to the dirt, hear those who sing my name on the wind. In September 1966, Paul Simon released the iconic album ‘Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme’ and buried in the […]
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