Winona wraps up her talk for the women’s business group by trying to undo the misunderstanding about Wazzer. “Just a little note – there was a mix up with some business cards – please note that Waz – I mean, Wha – um – Wai – ah – Miss Thompson is the Business Manager, not […]
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It’s Business Time
June 2nd, 2011 1 Comment
“So this is a women’s business group,” Wazzer murmurs, glancing around a repurposed conference room on The Terrace. “They do themselves well, don’t they?” She smooths down her skirt. Her platform boots don’t look too out of place. “Movers and shakers. Mummy pulled a few strings so that I can talk to them about the […]
Tags: drama! · politics · social mores · wazzer · winona
Obsessed
May 31st, 2011 1 Comment
Will and Winona have been a little preoccupied lately. After their engagement, Will escorted Winona to a GP consultation about fertility. The GP took one look at Will, hollow-eyed, weedy yet pudgy after too many late nights software programming, and lined him up for some tests. The results – well, Will’s not talking about them […]
On The Rocks
May 19th, 2011 Comments Off on On The Rocks
There was a nervy little gathering at Wazzer’s bar on Wednesday night. Wazzer’s had a tiring day, and she’d rather go home, but her landlady, Willow, is coming by. Wazzer had been ascribing the Friday-level crowds on a Wednesday to the sunshine outside. But it seems there was another reason behind all the white-collar eating […]
Tags: government · politics
God’s Less Posh Waiting Room
October 11th, 2010 2 Comments
Most days, Will chooses to disremember his Etekahuna boyhood. Still, every good bloke calls home on his Mum’s birthday, even if a tongue lashing awaits. Will got off fairly lightly, with “we’ll see you at Christmas, won’t we?” and “if you’ve got a car, go visit your Nan, she’s in a home in the Hutt […]
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Her Vote
October 6th, 2010 1 Comment
You were going to vote in the local council elections. You really meant to. New mayor, and all. As you came through the door, the fat envelope was on the doorstep, full of the absurd candidate profiles and the precious ballot. Then your mobile rang, or you were really hungry for the takeaway in your […]