Often the hardest part of this writing gig, for me anyway, is in choosing what to write about.
Do I go the global route, keep it on a national level or stick closer to home? Do I dare venture into politics and/or religion or just write about the things that affect me personally? Fortunately, or not as the case may be, I don't really have any restrictions when it comes to subject matter which is probably why I agonise over my choice for hours, sometimes days.
There's just so much to bitch about and so little time, so I have come up with the idea of my very own "Whine Tasting", where I get crazy drunk with the power of the pen and have multiple moans in one column.
I'm living life on the edge, people, and it's time to uncork my special vintage, "The Gripes Of Wrath". This week's whine trail begins in Auckland, City of Sails ... or should that be snails?
In case you hadn't heard, it appears that our fastest growing city has almost ground to a halt when it comes to traffic congestion. Better public transport is being touted as a solution. Seems to be a no brainer, except that Aucklanders love their cars.