Was it upstairs in what became Shands in Hereford st or was it in Cashel ?
Shands in Hereford is right, I was wrong about the ReStart site. Some amazing locations could be had for a pittance, like the office space under the dome of the Regent Theatre.
I couldn’t get my head past ‘Oxus’ which was over by the river, near the Bridge of Remembrance… (I think..)
I remember spotting that one a few years earlier. Definitely gone by the later 1970s.
That’d be him!
Perhaps you recall Quasimodo, his emporium from around 1976, upstairs where the ReStart Mall is now. Alan (Allan?) Franks was always one to take the suburbs to the stars, the kind of Christchurch he inhabited seemed full of possibilities.
Still, the last I ever saw him he was a barman at the Gluepot. When he recommended what I heard as a 'housewife' I expected an ironically named cocktail. Instead he poured me a chilled semillon, which turned out to be the house white.
About Gopas: There's a story I heard from one of his students from the latter part of his career, about coming across the great man in an Ilam street after dark with his ear pressed to the pavement. In keeping with the arcane subject matter of his late period ballpoint drawings he was listening to the internal workings of the planet. Perhaps he was eavesdropping on the buildup to the earthquakes.
*inspired by a crazy night at Mollett Street – when someone or other (Alan Franks maybe?)
That'd be the Allan Franks whose talents included artist's model par excellence.
Not helping, Joe. I’m happy to have people offer different perspectives here, and I think it’s possible to critique the perspective without attacking the person like that.
It would have been better if I'd refrained. That said, I can't see any way around cultivating a level of self-abasement in order to pretend that certain "different perspectives" are offered in good faith.
There most definitely were not in the Bolger governments. I can think of one outside the Prime Minister’s Office and they were a former electorate secretary. They also did not have the political advisor title. I can think of some troubleshooters in various offices but they weren’t political advisors and usually did not work full-time. I can also think of some private sector people but they didn’t do political advice other than informally. Matthew Hooton was there but he was a 20 year old speechwriter. Press secretaries did most of the work of what Labour’s political advisors subsequently carried out but many Ministers in National were not interested in having political advice of any kind. For good or ill they thought they and other cabinet ministers provided all the political advice required. They were probably right! Labour introduced political advisors for all in 1999, slavishly following, as ever, the UK Labour Party.
To a point-scoring partisan suckhole it all comes down to semantics.
I recall Greens wanting Labour to make a deal with Labour before the Election.
You might also recall Shane Jones's blatant slagging of the Greens in the very week that he was shamelessly flirting with Judith Collins. All of the current Labour leadership contenders appear to have been equally blindsided by the Jones cuckoo in their nest.
In October1974, the Labour Government announced the establishment of the ohu scheme for groups of New Zealand citizens willing to set up alternative communities or settlements in rural areas. Prime Minister Kirk said that the reasons for it were mainly spiritual and social
Very spiritual indeed, seeing as Kirk died on the last day of August 1974.
Pretty sure the ohu thing was from 1973. Things happened very fast in that fleeting time.
In a small territory with a homogeneous population, most of whom are obsessed with money, eating and shopping
That's almost the lament I heard 25 years ago from an expat HK adman in Singapore. Singaporeans had only two interests, eating and shopping, 'in that order'. 'Honkies' commonly played Singaporeans in TV commercials, as the creativity-free locals had no concept of acting beyond nodding and smiling.
The system was shaken, but nothing was broken.
And the fresh Labour MP who appeared to best exemplify the Semmens no-truck-with-you-elitist-tossers prescription - the one who needed a fire engine to transport his copious no-pooftahs-please man-tackle - is the one who actually got down and jiggy with the Dirty Politics scumbags.
The truth is voters much prefer traditional populist right wing parties as a protest against the political establishment over what middle class environmentalists offer.
Anything new there, apart from maybe tacking lifestyle onto the time-honoured block?