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Entries from August 31st, 2011

Earning A Cuppa

August 31st, 2011 Comments Off on Earning A Cuppa

Part II from our guest writer, Rhiannon Davies. Perry stands in the back corner of the bar, surveying her Kingdom. Her bar tenders are hard at work, slinging booze across the bar like Spiderman flicks his web between buildings. She calls them her Children, and much like a broody hen, she watches them unblinkingly and […]

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Queen of the Bar

August 30th, 2011 1 Comment

Part I from our guest writer, Rhiannon Davies. Her name is Jones. Persephone Jones. Perry to her mates. She’s the Queen of the Bar. It might be that a bar-is-a-bar-is-a-bar, and the building is just made of paint and wood and furniture. But it’s the PEOPLE that make the bar the place to be, and […]

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How’s Rosie? Ask Our Guest Writer This Week!

August 29th, 2011 1 Comment

Wazzer’s leaving work in the evening when a familiar Justin Bieber haircut goes by. “Rosie! Hey, Rosie!” Rosie jumps as Wazzer runs out into Cuba Street and grabs her arm. “Hey, how’s it going? Did they take you on over there at Perry’s? They called us…” “Oh! They did, yes! Perry’s just amazing. Thank you […]

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Self-Made Beauties

August 26th, 2011 2 Comments

Ulrika is quivering with excitement as she waits to go on stage. It’s such a cliche that a dance class changes a single woman’s life, but it happened to her. Her great and good friend Angela from Auckland suggested over Skype that she take a burlesque class, to shake her out of moping over the […]

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Snow Business

August 16th, 2011 1 Comment

The lovely weather break in August is cancelled. School is cancelled. Every discussion that is not about the phenomenon of snow in Wellington is cancelled! Fingers fly over phones throughout the region, sending updates to friends and family. Helena Hutt is snowbound on her scenic Hutt Valley hill. She bundled her children up and sent […]

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Largeman’s Run

August 9th, 2011 2 Comments

If a broken-in cricket glove could speak, it would sound like Largeman, Winona’s old-school-Kiwi uber-boss at the Department of Stodge. He has a baritone that evokes the plummy newsreel voiceovers of yore, slightly muffled, rumbling with deep, slightly indistinct amusement. He understands why she’s moving on. She’ll do grandly in Marianne Swatch’s department. You go […]

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