Sam Cooke, George Jones, Elton John and Tom Waits have all sung of the importance of Saturday night, but in my experience, Friday night has invariably been the one that delivers.
Most rational thinkers would agree that inside every useless home handyman is a skilled project manager trying to get out.
The first grandson, Rowan, started school last week in Chicago.
I have been a tea drinker for as long as I can remember.
Cooking is one of the most pleasurable things I do in the course of a day.
My friend has just bought a dog. Actually my friend and her sister have just bought two dogs, brothers. Their houses are almost Siamesed together, so these dogs will be brothers in alms forever.
Numerous things in my life have somehow managed to produce both pleasure and pain.
Two snarling cliches about writers have been flung in my face over the past 40 years - anyone who writes about music wants to be in a band, and every writer has a screenplay in the drawer.
Otago table tennis celebrates its 75th anniversary tonight. Dunedin writer Roy Colbert reflects on some of the characters to have made their mark on the sport.
Roy Colbert takes a trip down memory lane.
Another grandson has arrived. The pesky thing at my age, fifty-something, is you just lose track.
Most rational thinkers would agree that as an incubator for creativity, you can't go past A&E at Dunedin Hospital.
Roy Colbert discusses the difficult art of aging gracefully.
A marriage was a rare thing in Growing Up Coro; now marriages are decided on the pulling of a pint. Death? Murder? Incest? All the time.
Most rational thinkers would agree that, historically, the common soapbox trolley is a monstrously underrated thing.
University Orientation. Phew! Now there's a thing.
Most rational thinkers would agree that men revere romance.
What did you do in the summer, they will ask me in April.
As we stagger through life, moving inexplicably from one blunder to another, the occasional human rises up from the offal pit to play an extraordinary and influential role.
