The reality is, even Wellington is dying ..."
Thus spake the Great Smiley Leader a while back. Then the population of our capital city rose up to assure him it was very much alive, though he might not be for much longer if he continued to spout such utterances. So the GSL, as is his way, back-tracked and side-stepped and said something about how he was talking about company head offices all moving to Auckland, blah, blah.
But despite the GSL's desire to the contrary, you can't ever fully take back words you have said, so the stench of death still hangs around Wellington. Or does it? For Wellington promotes itself as the Coolest Little Capital in the World, so maybe what the GSL mistook for the icy hand of death was, in fact, an excess of capital cool. To find out for sure, one way or the other, I turned myself into an intrepid reporter and (under the guise of a trip away with the whanau) spent the recent Queen's Birthday long weekend on an investigative investigation into the dead versus cool dilemma.
Cuba St, if I've done my research correctly, is generally regarded as the coolest part of the Coolest Capital, so it was here I based my research. And, yes, the beard/glasses/beanie look of the effortlessly-cool-hip-indie-singer-songwriter was everywhere to be seen, thus clearly indicating a concerted effort among the populous to be cool. Or possibly it was quite cold and maybe people read quite a lot down in Wellington.
Weta Workshop was touted by the GSL as one of the few places in Wellington that was actually alive and, indeed, on my investigations behind-the-scenes at the Miramar facility, there did seem to be many alive people working there. But it was also cool, very cool, in a deeply uncool way and therefore didn't provide any clarity on the death/coolness conundrum at all. But it was cool, way cool.