It’s been a terrible year thanks to the Covid 19 crisis. We’re approaching a million deaths worldwide, millions of hard toiling small businesspeople have seen their lives’ efforts destroyed, unemployment will hit 1930s depression levels next year, massive government debts have been run up, and so goes.

Oh my God; the nation is reeling with the shock news. Wicked Winston smoked a cigarette and if that aint bad enough, he did so on Otago University’s campus.

Talk of the devil, or more specifically of his cyberspace rival, the bearded ballgown wearer who practices the Godding lark but no-one knows his name, and of whom of late I’ve made a few observations about on this blog.

Periodically I pile into our newspapers, particularly the NZ Herald, for their cock-ups.

But as punishing-delivering parents or schoolmasters have traditionally uttered a million times, I do this because I care.

A man’s body encased in concrete and buried deep under an Auckland house has been accidentally revealed by a digger excavating the site for a new owner.