I'm sat at the keyboard, prevaricating, hoping the muse allows me to write something for Garry's next newsletter without offending any of my mates like I manage to do on the forum, thinking, “Steve Bell's tip about the Kuaotunu ice creams was the good oil, maybe I'd better slot in a fission chip run for his tip at Raglan Wharf.”Buggah! Part of my prevaricating is flicking through news sites, and dang if the fission chip shop didn't spontaneously combust and take a chunk of the wharf's businesses with it. That's got to have an impact on the permanent residents of Raglan: underneath the gloss that caters to yuppie consumers like us is a regular small rural town, they don't need that kind of drama.
