once the old bastards die…
an interesting thing happened while we were watching the finals of the rugby world cup on marsden wharf earlier this year. this was the third wharf set up with large screens, but there was still a massive crowd, and this about an hour before the game started. we thought we were lucky to get to [...]
bloody immigrants!
not that any of this is particularly original. or clever. or funny. but hey [shrug]. and for the record, my experience of racial stereotyping, condescension and prejudice in aotearoa new zealand has not been any more (or less) than my experience in mainland or north-east india.
horn, horn & horn
it must be fairly obvious to those of you that come here that i rather like skulls. i can’t really account for it- whether it is the head-hunting heritage showing itself, an excess of heavy metal imagery or even a childish fascination with dead things. ah well. these are made from polymer clay, four colours [...]
