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I can remember, as if it was only this morning, walking home from my girlfriend's house on Nicholson Rd, along Jubilee Rd down Amritsar Street, through a right of way to Lohia St over to Onslow Rd where I was flatting near the end of Homebush Rd.

When I was about 15, maybe 16, my mother and her partner owned a Fish and Chip shop.

In the very late 80s and early 90s I did a lot of travelling around Aotearoa New Zealand in Avis rental cars, mostly Toyota Corollas and Coronas.

Some time back I was having a particularly tough time at work, which is a relative measure.

It has been a long time for us since we've had to overcome something difficult or sudden or properly bad.

In 1981, I escaped from my father’s house (of abject misery) to go live with my mother in Tairawhiti, Gisborne.

Way back in the 1980s, my third real job, I worked at a government department in Information Services doing what could only be classed as menial labour.

A post from one of my favourite acquaintances made me realize I didn't have a favourite river, which meant I was missing something, which got me thinking I should actually catalogue some of my favourite things.

Yesterday, someone assassinated the CEO of UnitedHealth in the USA.

I was almost 10 when Elvis died.