Following my diatribe last week about tattoos, homosexual opening partnerships and Whangarei's food and beverage standards, I've been inundated with correspondence - mainly from disgruntled members of Northland's hospitality industry angry at the negative depiction of their city's eateries and drinking holes.
Mike from Chances in Whangarei wrote: "We had the English cricketers here when they were visiting last week and they seemed to enjoy themselves. Without sounding too crass they seemed more than happy to sample a bit of the local merchandise." Interesting.
While many local bar owners were keen to correct my assertion that Whangarei possesses the worst apres cricket facilities in the North Island, others were keen to exaggerate the plethora of beautiful beaches which adorn the Whangarei hinterland. Wrote one: "There are over 500 beaches around Whangarei - how many does Auckland have?"
First, let me state for the record that I have nothing against Whangarei as either a place to pass through quickly or to settle down and call home. I also have nothing against the superbly proportioned Cobham Oval. In fact, quite the opposite. With its big boundaries, massive grass embankment and collection of administrative Jennian-style boundary houses, the Cob is a ground for the future.
On a personal level, it's important to note that some of my best non-sporting moments, both professionally and non-professionally, have occurred between Mt Hikurangi and the Brynderwyns. In 2002, I judged Miss Northland at the Whangarei Events Centre - a night of glitz and glamour featuring Miss Mag & Turbo Kamo, one of the most beautiful women I've ever laid eyes on. The after party remains a blur, but the generosity of the locals is something I'll remember forever.