A very New Zealand protest

It’s a bit like bacon.  There are plenty of pigs in Aotearoa yet when you get to the supermarket, 90% of the bacon sold there comes from Canada or Denmark.  Why do we import bacon/ pigs?  Why also do we import hate speech when we have so much of our own going on? Posie Parker […]

Sporting authority

I am enjoying the Commonwealth games.  For the first time ever, there are more women participants than men.  The number of men or women is always regulated by the kind of sports included and the opportunities thus generated. The Commonwealth has, for the first time, gone gender inclusive.  Go, you! Since the cycling scandals of […]

Cops with guns on my street

I arrived home recently to find three cop cars parked outside my place.  Oh dear, had my cat, left at home by herself, been naughty?  But no, the cop cars, and the semi-automatics, and the hand guns in sheaths, and the tasers, were not about my place, they were because my neighbours down the road […]

Fifty years in Aotearoa

I would never have got in now Reflections on 50 years of living in New Zealand It was shockingly easy to get into New Zealand in September 1972.  I basically just wafted my passport at the immigration people and there I was: to all intents and purposes a newly minted New Zealander. Can you imagine […]

Gloriavale (again)

It is perhaps very apt that the first column on my new blog should be about Gloriavale.  I seem to have been on about them half my life. It is 20 years or more since I started writing about Gloriavale, and ten since I challenged the Education Review Office on the positive reviews it kept […]