Tag: Allan Dick

I've spent the past week on the road with plenty of time to think.

My first father-in-law was Cecil James Crawford. He was what you used to call a good, old-fashioned neighbourhood cop. In the fifties, his beat was where he lived. And he kept a lid on an area that had the potential to turn rough.

Latish in life, I've come to realise I love birds. For most of my life I've regarded birds as secondary to other real animal life and I've thought that bird-watchers were, frankly, bird-brains.

The Press newspaper recently told the previously untold story of one of the great unsung heroes from that day - Rob Mackle.

I have just read today's issue of The Press, Christchurch's daily newspaper. It doesn't matter what the date is because each day it is full of calamitous news while the rest of the country seems to have got on with life and be blissfully unaware of just h

One of the fun things about moving out of Auckland and back into a smaller community again is coming to grips with what is news.

I was in the Nissan Pathfinder, i-Pod plugged in, listening to some vintage rock and roll, minding my own business and trying to work out how many times I had driven this route in the past two years when I saw this sight - almost an apparition really.

This is unpleasant, but someone's gotta say it! There's a growing wave of resentment from a lot of well-meaning people directed at freedom camping.

The question I haven't heard asked is whether Paul increasingly lost the plot, culminating in the now infamous Governor General remark, or whether his increasingly outrageous behaviour was a coldly calculated plan to earn him headlines?

I have just spent a week - or should that be weak? - on the road, keeping pretty exalted company.