05:00am 28 Feb 2013 Hadn't seen Russell for twenty years, I reckon. We were mates from way back; were even born in the same Dunedin maternity hospital at the same time, although we weren't on a first name basis then. Our late mothers might well have been, though. They certainly were later. Russell was my first XV captain, my best friend; my best man. He was the first flatmate I didn't marry. And there he was - sitting on a stool at Muriwai beach.
05:00am 04 Feb 2013 Summer does funny stuff to, well pretty much everything. People think cooking should only be done on a BBQ; that it's perfectly acceptable to survive on only beer, chips and dip (when the BBQ isn't cranking); jandals are appropriate footwear for all occasions and sand is ok, no matter which tiny crevasse it finds itself in.