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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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The Great Cup Battle: Locals vs. Visitors

September 13th, 2011 Comments Off on The Great Cup Battle: Locals vs. Visitors

When Nigel decided that his bar would support Namibia in the Rugby World Cup, on the basis of a maybe-booking from the Namibian team, if they made the finals, there was staff grumbling and eye-rolling. Nigel, no fool, was well aware of it. And who’s laughing now? Despite the naysayers, the “it’ll never work,” the […]

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Their Home Away From Home

July 26th, 2011 1 Comment

At Wazzer’s pub on Cuba Street, Nigel, the owner/operator, is over the moon. Absolutely delirious. “We’re booked! One of the rugby teams booked for the Rugby World Cup! Yessss!” Cutlery clatters down, staff spill out of the kitchen. This is what every pub in New Zealand has hoped for – and it’s happening to them! […]

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Dining Out On It

May 12th, 2011 Comments Off on Dining Out On It

Meanwhile, another mother and daughter scene is taking place, across the two gulfs of Wellington harbor and Wellington’s social strata. Wilhelmina Wellington glances around the witty, luxurious restaurant approvingly. “Such a clever idea, bringing back high tea.” “Happy Mother’s Day, Mummy,” says her daughter, Winona. Delicately, they click their champagne flutes. Wilhelmina surveys the towering […]

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A Flat Holiday

April 26th, 2011 Comments Off on A Flat Holiday

Wazzer had spent her newly free Saturday night out partying with some of her old flatmates. Their past quarrel was washed away on a tide of pinot gris. Sunday morning found her somewhat bleary on the couch of their new abode, a slightly shabby villa on an Island Bay side street, while the household bustled […]

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Hot Bread

February 16th, 2011 1 Comment

Every Wellington bachelor has several idée fixes. They vary from bloke to bloke, save for one: that the “hot bread” bakery closest to their abode is the best bakery in the entire Wellington region. Surely it must be so. There’s always a line – it has to be good. The cases are loaded with gleaming […]


Ready to Rumble?

December 13th, 2010 1 Comment

Sometimes, when you live in the Hutt, you have to be hard as. No nonsense. Rough as guts. This is one of those times. The black SUV circles the parking lot, then circles again, the driver spewing profanities. Finally, it wedges into a space and disgorges its passengers.  One, two, three tough-looking blokes, in stubbies […]

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Making A Meal Of It

October 25th, 2010 1 Comment

At long last, on the free Monday of Labour Day, Willow is hosting a brunch at her house. Will and Winona are there; Wazzer, pale and blinking in the daylight; and the rarely seen Woodrow. They are fortifying themselves, without paying holiday service surcharges, before going downtown to the big rally, clamoring to keep The […]

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