Wednesday, March 23, 2005

prodigal son

i would have liked to have written, return of the prodigy son, but that band always kind of gave me the shits. good tunes, but that dancer whiteboy was a bit of a wanker.

anyhow, it's looking more and more like i'll be gracing the fair shores of new zealand again in the near future. what in the hell that means for club politique i do not know, only that if the mysterious, elusive and high-paying job ever turns up i'll be having to recraft the column into something a little more tame.

maybe i can do vastly more oblique parodies of the people in my new neighbourhood.... in fact, that may not be such a bad idea. i'll call it 'cadaver street'. many wellingtonians are pasty enough to be considered undead, after all.

but seriously, with any kind of luck i can do a job with low political impact, and try my hand at a little journalism on the side.

we shall see.

and thanks to critics of the latest post over at PA. i'll be responding later this week.


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