It's arrived — the last column of the year and my last day at work until January 3.
Funny how you can get a bee in your bonnet about the most unlikely matters.
Have you noticed how as Christmas creeps closer you start reflecting on the year just about gone? If I’m honest, I’d have to say it hasn’t been the best for me.
It's amazing what you come across when you're not really looking for inspiration. During a quiet few moments on my late shift on Sunday, I started rifling through the bookshelves in this office.
Welcome to what for many will be your last working week before Christmas and the start of your "happy holidays", though we probably don’t want to go down that track again.
There's always something, isn’t there? And just when you think your day is going to run smoothly and everything is looking rosy.
We may as well keep the Christmas theme going this week. After all, we might be sick of hearing about it next week.
For someone who hasn’t even begun Christmas present shopping yet I am becoming very Christmas focused.
The heatwave is over - long live the cooler weather.
Does anyone else think it would be great to travel back in time?
I’m tired and grumpy. The sun is shining, it’s a beautiful day, but I’m looking forward to getting my late shift over and done with, and getting home to bed. At the time of writing there’s still...
I love it that central Dunedin simply pulsates with visitors at this time of year. There's a huge difference from when I last lived here in the mid-1990s - in those days, once the students had gone...
I can't seem to put Christmas trees out of my mind now. I suppose it's my fault for starting the ''Happy Holidays'' and ''Holidays Tree'' debate, so I can't really grumble. It's great to see some...
Oh my goodness, what has this column unleashed with its criticism of the "Happy Holidays'' wrapper around the base of the Christmas tree in Dunedin's Octagon?
Lo and behold — it is a Christmas tree after all! How a weekend away from the hurly-burly of work can give you a new perspective on things.
Thank goodness — it’s nearly that special time of year again. In fact, there are just 24 more sleeps until "holidays".
News of the death last week of 1970s teen idol David Cassidy really quite shook me. That reaction came as a surprise.
How could anybody out there fail to be unmoved by the engagement of Prince Harry and Angela Merkel?
Black Friday? Bleuch Friday, I say!
Welcome to Monday morning. Or should that be "moaning"? (with apologies to that English spy dressed as a gendarme attempting to speak French in ‘Allo ‘Allo).