There it stood, smack damn in the middle of Johnston’s Electrical Appliance Shop window. Rattling noise, akin to scrunching crisp paper. We can identify people talking, chiefly because mouths on projected images move. Oh, if only I might decipher words tumbling out. A quick glance […]
First of all. The Nineties and Cabramatta meant pork rolls and chicken rice, at least for me anyways. It meant science existed in schools and never at home where mum’s word was law, and hanging out meant Happy Cup and Red Lea chips. Sounds mundane […]
Travel Essay: My housemates and I had talked about going to Muriwai beach to see the gannet colony. It was about an hour’s drive or so away from Grey Lynn but still worth it for a day trip. I was the only one who was […]
