Suburban Hell: The Inorganic Rubbish Collection

In my corner of suburbia, we are having the three-yearly rubbish collection of inorganic things that we collected free from the last curbside dumping and no longer require. It’s actually stressful. Ordinary rubbish day for most white New Zealanders is the apex of the working week.  Everywhere, on every street, there are clacky heels, striding […]

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Do I Know it’s Christmas?

I’ve just seen a cartoon gift box ‘rapping’* about Christmas on New Zealand television. I’ve seen an electric machine that catches many, many snapper while the family sit in directors’ chairs, looking on impatiently. I’ve seen adult onesies.  Nothing new, I know.  Doesn’t anyone have sex anymore? I’ve seen mobile phones for $14. I’ve seen […]

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