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Announcing: Max Aidan Miro Wellington-Zealand

February 14th, 2012 Comments Off on Announcing: Max Aidan Miro Wellington-Zealand

The following email just got sent out to Will and Winona’s extensive Contacts lists: Will and Win are now the proud parents of their new son, Max Aidan Miro Wellington-Zealand. Max was born at 20:47 last night, at Wellington Hospital, weighing in at 3.1 kg.  Win is staying at Wellington Hospital for a few days […]

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Bummer Of A Summer

January 16th, 2012 3 Comments

There have been cheerier summers here in Wellington. This year, summer weather seems to be cancelled, Blanket Man is dead, another dead body disrupted the Harbourside Market on Sunday, and National is getting ready to privatize half the government offices. At Wazzer’s job, Chelsea, the trim blonde waitress, is asking if Wazzer knows anyone looking […]


Starting the Future

December 31st, 2011 Comments Off on Starting the Future

On a soggy, southerly-blasted New Year’s Eve, Wazzer, and more of Ram’s acquaintances than he was expecting, are packed into Ram’s apartment. They came to have a yarn with their mate. They came because the poor weather made their own porches and verandas a bad idea. And they came to have a peek inside of […]

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Meeting The Wellingtons

December 28th, 2011 1 Comment

The newest addition to Wilhelmina Wellington’s family-only Boxing Day lunch is sitting there, stunned. For Chelsea, yesterday, the mum who raised her teased her for wearing shoes at the Christmas barbecue. Today, the  woman who gave birth to her, Karin Kapiti, is sitting beside her at an Edwardian rimu dining table, saying, “The entire arts […]

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A Recession Courtship

December 21st, 2011 2 Comments

Wazzer’s unexpected date takes place at the most cutting-edge beer house in town. The middle-aged hipster, Ram, buys her a handle of stout. Not the most lavish date, but by choosing this beer house, he shows that he’s rich in social currency. Wazzer gets introduced to some of his friends who “just happen” to be […]

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Mutton Dressed As Ram

December 14th, 2011 1 Comment

The mid-range pub where Wazzer wrangles the day staff is having a boom this recession Christmastide. Every office team is deciding to go for the $10 pub lunches to celebrate the season, and then, as the owner Nigel had dearly hoped, splashing out on drinks galore. Activist waitron Chelsea is visibly exhausted as she shunts […]

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Moving, Wellington Style

December 12th, 2011 1 Comment

It’s an awkward, sweaty moment. Willow is standing on one leg on the sidewalk. Inside her car, her spoiled cat Cilla is bewailing being confined in a cat carrier and whisked away. Her as-of-this-moment-former-flatmate Wazzer is receiving the house keys from her and getting final house handover instructions. Willow would like to say a sentimental […]

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As Hutt As It Gets

November 25th, 2011 1 Comment

Helena Hutt’s family grumped their way through dinner. Helena has joined the home-grown artisanal wagon, and her two sons balked at silverbeet yet again. Matters were not helped by her husband Henry saying, “If you don’t eat your dinner, we’ll sell you to Aunt Karin as indentured laborers.” Everybody went to bed in a huff. […]

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Failure to Launch

November 23rd, 2011 2 Comments

Willow is dashing to catch her bus. Last-day-of-work drinks took forever. In her mind, she is ticking over the list of things to do before she moves out of Wellington next weekend. She needs to wheedle boxes out of the liquor store, confirm her ferry ticket, acquire an even more luxurious carry case for her […]

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Spring Forwards

November 21st, 2011 Comments Off on Spring Forwards

Wellington’s spring is having one of its inevitable wintry regressions. Winona, hustling to get ready for work on Monday morning, is diving into half-packed boxes and bags. Of course she needs to exhume a winter garment a week before she and Will move to Hataitai. Finally, she pulls it out, her beloved red trench coat. […]

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