To stand or not to stand, that is the question

It’s not easy to keep your bal­ance on a trol­ley bus if you are wear­ing ver­ti­gin­ous high heels or are weighed down with shop­ping. It can feel like surf­ing rather than just rid­ing the bus. But spare a thought for those whose seat­less­ness is more than just an incon­veni­ence. In recent months, this Wel­ling­tonista has noticed her pro­trud­ing baby bump does­n’t get her a coveted seat on a packed peak hour bus. I can be stand­ing with my bump right in some civil ser­vant’s face and he won’t budge. And just this morn­ing, I watched embar­rassed at myself and my fel­low Wel­ling­to­ni­ans, as a woman with Par­kin­son’s struggled to hang onto a pole as our bus swept down Brook­lyn Hill packed to the gun­nels with people look­ing the oth­er way. Have Wel­ling­to­ni­ans lost their bene­vol­ence for their fel­low man – all for the price of a seat on the bus? Surely the people of my beloved city are bet­ter than that? Surely?

Craftwerk finishes natiowide tour in Wellington

The ever-edgy Craft­werk is wrap­ping up a tour of our fine coun­try with bands, mix tapes and craft galore at the Wes­ley Meth­od­ist Hall on Tarana­ki Street this Sat­urday 5pm – 9pm. Be there or miss out on cro­cheted vagi­nas, fort build­ing and tonnes of sug­ary good­ness.

Well, hi there sailors

Ahem.

Hi. I’m new. I’ve been recently invited to write for this fab­ulous web­site, so here’s hop­ing I don’t make a com­plete dick of myself in my first post.

Intro­du­cing your­self to hun­dreds, pos­sibly thou­sands of read­ers is a tough one to pull off. Even though I’m a writer by trade – a fea­tures journo for the Domin­ion Post – I fig­ure who needs actu­al sen­tences when sum­ming your­self up is best done by a list:

Things I like:
– Craft
– French food
– Red things.

Things I may post about in the future:
– Why bus drivers have PMT at the moment
– The chron­ic short­age of decent mater­nity wear in this city
– Sub­urb­an cat polit­ics
– Best hair­styles for windy weath­er
– Why liv­ing in a cul-de-sac is the coolest thing since red shiny shorts in the 1970s.

I usu­ally have a home at Spe­cial K where I make lists, talk about my cat, pon­der my gradu­ally expand­ing body, and wax lyr­ic­al about the people I meet through my awe­some job. Hope­fully, what I write on here will be much, much more inter­est­ing.

Look for­ward to meet­ing y’all. K