The thing about minimalism is that it really makes you appreciate the good life when it does occasionally come your way.
How good would the Big Breakfast taste after a weekend of noodles and Milo? It's almost enough, surely, to break bail over.
In the modern world where we want for nothing, I can imagine people paying big bucks for the sort of experience Callum Mahupuku got dished up for free, with a side of unseasoned noodles.
How has humanity fallen so far from the tree that someone would even consider laying a formal complaint to senior police who are not resourced enough to combat genuine pain and suffering in our community let alone the balanced dietary needs of someone who should know better?
There is a truth first hit upon by Socrates long before we all learned to put our hands out and expect them to be lined with gold: "He who is not contented with what he has, would not be contented with what he would like to have."
New Zealand may not always be the land of milk and honey it once was, but when you do something wrong and you still get a mug of Milo for your troubles ... is it really so bad?