Did you see my new tenant over there? She’s in the dark, poor girl, she goes for the macabre touch, the deeply velveted feel of pure unadulterated black. Dark Faerie Doll is her name. A sweet name, and a brave one, and she must be a brave young lassie indeed, but is she alright in there alone in the dark?
Perhaps they eat a lot of carrots across the seas in New Zealand and can all see quite well in the dark.
They’re a pretty cluey bunch as a whole, the Kiwis. The name of their country for a start is enough to make you sit up and take a second look. Aoteoroa. Sort of eerie isn’t it? You can imagine Frodo on top of a glacier keening Aoteoroa! Aoteoroa!
Way back in my younger days before we heard about things like STD or HIV or anything more complicated from a bit of night out on the town than an unwanted pregnancy, I had a passing aquaintance with a proud and handsome Maori who told me that Aoteoroa meant “Land of the Wrong White Crowd“. I believed it for years.
Who am I to question? I’m from Melbourne, we’re the mugs who have a holiday called “Up your Bum”.