On Writing a Column for the Newspaper

These things have happened to me in the last few days of covering the p2 column:

1. Had a handwritten letter addressing me as “Mr”. My big fat (female) face is on that page, friend. There’s even a hint of cleavage. Jesus.

2. An old lady called me up to ask me if I was from New Zealand because her dead husband was Maori and she was convinced I was. I’m not, neither am I a man but thanks for asking.

3. A keen reader sent an email that started “what was XXXXX (me) thinking? Something something something your column is shit etc. It made no sense. Cool story, bro. Appreciate your input. Arse.


About ohhellwhatthehell

I like gin, mittens and otters, not necessarily in that order. Here's some stuff I felt like writing down when I'm not chained to a desk writing other things for a living. Please use caution when using this site; there may be sweary words, cute animals and general bullshit. Don't say I didn't fucking warn you.
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