THE RELUCTANT CRICKET FAN I’ve always attributed my antipathy to cricket as being down to my Scottish nationality rather than, say, to my inability to bowl straight, score any runs, or throw or catch a ball. I can still hear the schoolyard cries of derision following the dropping of the easiest of catches, or being
New Zealand’s Northern Explorer Arriving at Auckland’s oddly named Britomart Station (yes, it sounds like a cheap goods shop) smugly bolstered by my ‘local knowledge’ with plenty of time to spare, I approached the service desk.
FACES IN THE CROWD All through the night in downtown Auckland we had been serenaded by a constant chorus of Living on a prayer from the English pub next door. “It’s because of the rugby,” I said. The following day the GF asked, “What’s that red and white flag hanging out of that apartment window?”
Dr D in Oz 