Who wants to live forever? And how long should life be, anyway?
Good morning. Today's column is about the concept of the decade, and is named, therefore: "The Decade: A Concept", by David Loughrey.
It may not be something to be proud of, but when it comes to crime, Australia does it that much better than New Zealand.
It is a story as old as rock 'n' roll itself.
My summer holidays have given me much needed time to review some work I did early last year, searching for signs of syntactic ergativity in Pama-Nyungan languages.
Gordon Jackson was a rock, who, with nothing more than strength of will and a robust Scottish accent, held the 1970s together.
It is absurd to divide people into good or bad. People are either charming or tedious.
Sometimes, when I chew on the fence outside my property I get splinters of wood and thick multicoloured layers of lead-based paint stuck between my teeth.
The best documentaries are those that leave you not with a feeling of certainty you understand the topic that has taken your attention for the last hour or so.
Travelling in Kurdistan in the early 1920s - at the best of times - was hazardous.
Danmark is a long way from the bucolic charms, stately homes and historic country churches of the beautiful but stunningly murderous English county of Midsomer.
Murder and bullying are the tasty items on the Prime TV menu in July, with bullying pushing its way in first to begin the month on a cheery note.
In years gone by, cool men who were in the movies were not required to be muscle-bound.
The past was a particularly nostalgic time.
New Zealand's criminal classes are being thoroughly mined for dramatic inspiration this year, with the latest effort, Dirty Laundry, featuring a suburban money launderer as its anti-hero.
I have said it in the past, and no doubt I will say it in the future: the future looked better in the past.
There is something about a woman's wrath that makes it well worth staying away from.
Coronation Street watchers are a large and passionate bunch, and not a community of television watchers with which a sensible television reviewer would get offside.