Blogs were supposed to offer new hope for journalism. The days of the churnalists/repeaters/lamestream media were numbered, to be replaced by the purity and investigative depth of citizen-journalists.
So there are times when I look at countries with written constitutions with a wry smile. Look at you United States, with your archaic second amendment, or you Fiji, with your vote-for-your-own-race electoral system.
This November, in preparation for the return of my lovely wife and her precious cargo, my father very kindly helped me to paint the inside of my house.
Some of you may share my frustration at what’s going on in the US. I’m hugely disturbed that the country that serves as the anchor for the world economy can be brought to its knees by a handful of loons.
The time has come for me to return from Blighty to the land of my birth. I’m excited – I love green more than I love grey. I love the fresh smell of Wellington harbour more than I love the open-sewer smell of the Thames.
Our history is littered with them: 1 February 1981, 23 July 1994, 24 June 1995… days when despite our inimitable spirit, never-say-die attitude, fair-play mentality and ability to string together clichés, we were struck down by the forces of evil
So here’s my quandary. I think Richard Dawkins has a lot of good stuff to say, and I think his message is an important one
I admit, I was a little slow getting to Twitter. I’m no innovator, nor an early adopter.
I love the United States. I love the food, I love the country and I love the American confidence. There are plenty of things that we could learn from them.
If you’ve been keeping an eye on the news recently, you may have heard Amnesty International condemning a Saudi Arabian court ruling that Ali al-Khawahir was to be deliberately paralysed for stabbing his friend in the back 10 years ago, unless he could come up with £180,000 in compensation.
Haha New Zealand. After months of weather-related humblebragging on Facebook, now it’s our turn.
I thought working in London would be similar to working in Wellington. We speak the same language, our cultures are basically the same, after all, a big chunk of Kiwi culture originated in Blighty. Except they aren’t similar. Not at all.
