Blair
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I missed my wintry trip to Christchurch this year, just like last. I love it at that time, not many people around the suburban streets, long walks down to the windswept New Brighton Pier, a wild ocean, with Chile just over the horizon.
Friday night and it gets dark early, so I'll stop by the local fish 'n' chip shop to get the order for mum, dad and I, then home to a warm house and a Warriors game. I lap up the homegrown Sky Sport build-up and then the game, the inevitable loss, the old man calling them 'bloody no-hopers', just like old times in '95, and the old lady having a go at me when I crack open my sixth beer.
Magic.
Friday night and it gets dark early, so I'll stop by the local fish 'n' chip shop to get the order for mum, dad and I, then home to a warm house and a Warriors game. I lap up the homegrown Sky Sport build-up and then the game, the inevitable loss, the old man calling them 'bloody no-hopers', just like old times in '95, and the old lady having a go at me when I crack open my sixth beer.
Magic.
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