The good old days have gone — when will it end?
I am 85, and was born and lived in Tolaga Bay. I worked and partied with the old Maori people — we were one big happy family. Ninety percent of the good old buggers have gone now.
The rules and regulations have got out of hand.
One race has too much to say. This is our country too.
I am too old to be told where I can or can’t go.