They reckon if you stay in one place long enough the whole world will pass you by and so it is with Labour.

We can justly celebrate the positive attributes of our city as the signs of the coming summer lighten hearts and diminish the need for outer cover.

Recently , to much mirth Wellington's new Anglican bishop despoiled his lovely cathedral's entrance by residing there in a wooden crate mocked up as a prison cell for a week's baying at the sky.

I'm not much given to wearing bling. A Seiko watch, wedding ring, and Warehouse glasses don't really count.

Not that this will come as any great surprise to many of you, but I've never been a great believer in "the mother's group" thing.

Newspapers and magazines like to develop lists of 10 things. The Australian papers are full of them.

I was no fan of the self-disclosed recovering junkie and womaniser Russell Brand ... until this week.

We sincerely hope you haven't noticed ... but today marks a big change for your favourite daily newspaper.

Recent policy initiatives to save government spending in rest home care have taken a dramatic new twist with the recent release of a decision from the Social Security Appeal Authority.

There are times in life when it is the little things that grate the most.

As with most things in life, no one becomes an expert at anything without practice or experience and training.

The call for an ombudsman to protect the rights of senior citizens is an excellent one.

Labour Day means a three-day weekend for most and celebrates something many of us remember - the eight-hour work day.

Well, the elections are now done and dusted, and we have a promising team in the Wanganui council, to whom I send my congratulations.

Nothing is certain, we often hear, except death and taxes. But a third certainty appears to be joining them: Climate change.

I have been delving into the writings of Umberto Eco.

So, turns out that thing they say about selling a house and shifting being one of life's biggest stresses is true, for me at least.

Bravery comes in all shapes and sizes, and I think this week its name is Winnie Paap.

It's fun to be able to laugh at the unintended pratfalls taken by the high and mighty.

New visions and concepts are abstract, open to all kinds of interpretations, but the statistics don't lie. In fact, they can damn.

Most people would agree that there's a blurred line between a bit of fun and a bit of bad taste.

Suicide is always a distressing subject - another life wasted; grieving dear ones; dreams left unfulfilled; the guilt of those left behind.