We all peak at different ages. And the skills we have in adulthood are mastered in many weird and wonderful ways.
A complete stranger, male, small, assailed me in Diesoline Cafe last week, whanging the preposterous theory down on the table that my column-ending predictions and promises are bunkum, that they would never, or could never, happen.
In the fetid rotting swamp that is modern retail, many established shops have chosen diversity to survive.
We have been told by our elders for years of the power and beauty of storytelling. Oral history. Forget Google, go to the people who were there and make them talk.
During a routine nightly four-hour session on YouTube last week, I tumbled into an engaging little doco called Humans Need Not Apply.
Two close personal friends and I flung ourselves into a ferocious shouting fuddle last week on the topic of intelligence.
I don't think there is any doubt at all among rational thinkers that the most testing time in life comes when you are waiting for a prescription to be filled in a pharmacy.
There comes a time, after the chronological accident of high school, which threw you together with unlikely humans, that you gather together real friends, who share common interests and exist on an approximately similar intellectual level.
Greetings. What howlingly unnecessary things greetings are.
SPOILER ALERT: The following column might give away hints about what will happen in the television show Nashville.
It is ironic how our guardians in life, teachers and doctors to name but two, are frequently completely at odds with each other.
Most rational thinkers would agree I am light years, nay, decades, away from Winston's SuperGold Card.
A refreshing development in lower-decile shopping has been the burgeoning proliferation of free stuff.
The iD Dunedin Fashion Show used to be something I never attended; I would just tell visitors to the city about it.
Wasps. I have written about these venomous little killers before, my fear of them born of a weak immune system that would be no more likely to stop a wasp sting than survive an intravenous insertion of the Black Plague.
Most rational thinkers would agree that despite the wondrous immediately recent advances in civilisation - the internet, laser surgery and Lydia Ko - there remains one unsolved conundrum that has broken the back of every scientist: the spoon that drips.
Most adults still have nightmares. Surely.