Thanks for breaking down cultural barriers, as best you can.
Thanks to all the drivers who are already into the intersection when the light turns green.
Thanks to the taxi drivers who don't try to make small talk because they're on their phones for the entire forty-five minutes.
Thanks for walking fast and keeping left... slightly more than other places.
Thanks for the footbridges (Auckland...)
Thanks for the geography lessons.
Thanks for the multitude of international artists who visit, and convinced me I don't really like spending heaps of money on live music.
Thanks for having so many sick people that some medical imaging businesses can only compete by offering MRIs at bulk bill prices.
Thanks for making me a better, more alert and assertive driver and teaching me the logic of taking maximum advantage of the available bitumen.
Thanks for teaching me the value of good friends, high paying jobs and easy parking at the beach. Along with mattresses and flat screen TVs.
The Whip Birds were pretty great.
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The woman with the fake tan stepped into my office, sat across from my desk and lit a cigarette.
At least, she would, sometime in the next 20 minutes. Smelling the future has advantages, but precision isn’t one of them.