Spiders. Spiders as big as tennis balls, rolling through our house like, well, tennis balls. Bigger than tennis balls. As big as microwave ovens. I have photos. Why?
Most rational thinkers agree the best things in life are free.
In recent years, there has been a shoal of new sports either added to or withdrawn from the Olympic Games.
The evening began at the former Rugby Hotel in Carroll St.
Fleetwood Mac. People with terribly young eyes are asking me if I am going to see them in November.
Close personal friend, let's just call her Rosie, if for no other reason than that is her name.
The University of Otago's Marama Hall has bobbed and weaved its way intriguingly through my life, music most often the lure.
Most of us have come to a key fork in the road at some time during our lives, some more than others.
Anodyne. Now there's a word. And it's everywhere these days - EVERYWHERE! Anodyne!
I was 15 years old when I realised there was such a thing as good sports writing.
It would be a filthy lie if I said I was personally invited to the South Island secondary school rugby final between Otago Boys' High and St Bede's of Christchurch 10 days ago, but there WAS an email invitation, not discernibly part of a desperate mass mail, please make the crowd bigger to help our boys.
They say everyone has one book in them. I have spent a lifetime searching for that book, while some writers, who can really only be referred to as idiots, have written more than a dozen.
One of the most memorable Seinfeld storylines was when the hapless George Costanza elected to address every problem in his life by going completely against his instincts.
We all want our friends to be better people. Stands to reason, innit.
Growing up carries with it a thousand memories of fear.
Sixties movie siren Mamie Van Doren - could we ever forget The Beat Generation, or, most especially, High School Confidential? - once opined that you can tell the cut of a man's jib from his choice in office chairs.
Cliches. Now they are funny things. Many people use them but don't even know what they are.
Try as the memory wheelie bin might, some nightmarish visions from childhood just refuse to disappear.
Another birthday gone.