Memories of Carisbrook have been tumbling forward in recent weeks, fancifully embellished some of them.
People consult a sprawling wok of humans when seeking reassurance they are on the right track.
"I can see clearly now, the rain has gone, I can see all obstacles in my way".
While images of the ancient quillsmiths etching their great works together by candlelight are utterly memorable, my favourite literary image has always been Barbara Cartland stomping around her Hertfordshire manor spluttering her romantic fiction finger food into a cassette recorder.
Growing up, I dreamed of unemployment, days where there was simply nothing I had to do.
High-Calorie health supplement drinks, the appetite of a wolf and authoritative walks around the Ross Creek Reservoir have all failed to retrieve my lost 13kg.
Most rational thinkers would agree that the most testing job while shopping at Centre City New World Supermarket has been buying vanilla ice cleam slices and pink wafer biscuits.
Of all the 100,000 things that confounded me at Otago Boys' High School in the 1960s, nothing confounded me more than the fact that the books we read in Year 13 English had been read at Otago Girls' High School in Year 9.
The new car I swore hand on heart we would buy by June of last year has just been bought.
As Dunedin winds inexorably into winter, we move closer to the warmth of our television screens, and nothing turns up the heat more than the white-hot excitement of American Idol.
Most rational thinkers would agree that of all the human qualities, politeness is by far the most counter-productive.
Parents throw an awful lot of mud against the wall to find out what their children are good at, even though they think they are good at everything already.
My son has never owned or worn a watch. I find this incomprehensible.
I have so many questions. They whirl around my head like wasps under siege.
PRESCIENCE. There are probably some incisive definitions of this word around, but I have always preferred the one from Oscar Wilde, and I am paraphrasing, when he defined prescience as being right on the button, mate.
The red letterbox went down last weekend.
Most rational thinkers would agree that the stuff in our dreams is what we really think.
Many of my friends lead shamelessly sedentary lives. Little things, like what is on the telly, keep them perfectly happy and medically sound.
Yet another international cricket team is here. Australia.