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I just did something possibly silly but also joyful: bought a cheapie electric piano on TradeMe. I'd promised myself I'd have my house fully unpacked and clean and pristine first - then I broke my own promise. I taught myself to play piano as a wee
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Normally, I try not to bust things out in haste. Haste is a byproduct of anger. For me, at least, if the anger isn’t given it’s due - allowed to run a little of its course - then the quality of the words is less. Tonight, I don’
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I just coined a phrase in my mind. Sineád was the patron saint of the fucked up but unable to back down. I wasn't so much younger than her, but I didn't quite get it at the time, in sixth form, in 1992. I’m still
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We've heard a bunch of reckons from politicians. What does the evidence say?
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I believe in reason, in being reasonable, even if I don't always practise what I preach. I'm not aligned to any group, but I'm a left voter. I try not to be slavish about it, or tribal. I know batshit people on the left
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Please be warned that this post is deliberating confronting.
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It's unpopular opinion o'clock. Years ago, at university, I read The Handmaid's Tale. It was memorable, mostly because I actually finished it. I was not a gifted student. We’ll leave it at that. It was memorable for other reasons too. I suppose I
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I don't yet know what happened. No one does. I get that. But we know it happened in a doss house, not in an upscale hotel or a golf club or a koru lounge - and that the people who flung themselves from the windows weren't