Fleetwood Mac. People with terribly young eyes are asking me if I am going to see them in November.
Dazed and Confused
Shoelaces. I doubt if I have spent more than half a dozen inner-city coffee chats in the past 40 years without this topic rising to the cup's surface like an undrunken marshmallow.
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.
Although my father was a semiprofessional photographer, I have never spent much time learning the craft.
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.
Another birthday gone.
Last week was spent talking to third-year medical students as part of their clinical skills learning programme.
As far as I can remember, it was the Dalai Llama who said if a man couldn't slay two birds with one stone, then he really wasn't much chop.
Like most rational thinkers, I far prefer the Backwards Negative Bucket List (BNBL) to the conventional Future Bucket List (FBL).
We live in a phenomenal time. Rational thinkers fight, hiss and scratch out each others' eyes long into the night arguing which phenomena should head the list.
Be warned. Roy Colbert ventures this week into territory that may offend some readers.