I often talk about the virtues of the Port Nelson Sea Swims. The Thursday night events are remarkable for their friendliness and the lack of age barriers.
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I had Beulah's cooked peas for lunch, jazzed up via the Radiation Recipe Book and sandwiched between slices of Kut-Bread. I'd just Zogged the skirtings, having Gry-Moffed them first, so I cleaned myself up with Coal Tar. My work clothes will need Paddy the Wonder Washer, then a wring-out in the Ewbank table mangle.
Ironman NZ celebrates its 30th birthday tomorrow.
It's probably not too much of a stretch to suggest that had Robbie Fruean been playing for his former team, then the Crusaders might well have beaten the Chiefs.
Old age is a wonderful thing. Maybe at 46 years old I'm the wrong guy to be writing about advanced age but after decades of taking older anglers out fishing I probably know a bit about age and the outdoors.
Over the years I've made some amazing fishing discoveries and also found some real dogs.
The Gigatown campaign could turn Nelson into a place where people from around the world flock to set up businesses.
The Christopher Robin Verses, by A A Milne. Every page was ragged along the edge, curling back on itself. Some were torn, most mould-stained.
For some drivers, the sight of a cyclist wearing designer lycra seems to trigger irrational rage.
Some anglers wax lyrical about their exploits: "I made a few casts with a red dragon fly but the line fell like silver wire on the water and danced idly over the cool stones in the rapids ... " (F Rollet.)
The recent Mail article, "Does Nelson measure up in the greenie stakes?" cast around for reasons to be greenish and commented: "Maybe it's the proximity of long-term hippie hangout Golden Bay."
The irony that the Abel Tasman National Park's popularity is a cause of some of its degradation makes it an ideal showcase for restoration.
The rock star economy of 2014 looks more like an ageing glam rock star to me.
If Tana Umaga's assessment of Ben Smith's move to centre is accurate, then we'd best be prepared to cut the All Blacks' best back some slack in Dunedin on Saturday.
The Log o' Wood is on the move again, although it's going to require an even more circuitous route if the Tasman Makos are to get another taste of shield fever.
It's hard to believe that a couple of seasons ago, I could still beat Hayden Squance in a triathlon. Now there's no-one in the region who can match him.
It was the one-in-three chance which might have scuppered the All Whites' chances of reaching the next football World Cup finals before they'd even begun.
There's just one question consuming the minds of the Black Caps. How do you beat South Africa?
Christmas is a snow job . . . and even the snow is fake. As the just-released results of the 2013 census show, fewer New Zealanders identify as Christian than ever before and more of us claim no religion at all.
Unlike Auckland's Big Day Out, the local one along the Great Taste Trail has no crowds, no traffic and no long queues.
If you had to nominate three places in Golden Bay that someone new to the bay should visit to understand the essence of the bay, what would they be?
I'll admit right away that I'm addicted to caffeine. I like a well-made long black or flat white, but I also like plunger, filter and instant coffee.