This is my latest writing project, it’s called Tales from the Devil’s Half-Acre, stories from Dunedin most infamous quarter. You can find it here: https://fromasmallcity.nz/tales-from-the-devils-half-acre/

Tales from the Devil’s Half-Acre: https://fromasmallcity.nz/tales-from-the-devils-half-acre/

Daily Photo – Evening in Dunedin’s Exchange

I’d spent the early part of the evening having dinner with a group of long-time friends, an occasion that quickly confirmed to everyone present that, despite the passing years, I hadn’t changed one bit. I’d arrived carrying a camera and tripod, immediately reassuring the gathering that there was every chance I’d disappear at some point in search of a photograph. With that expectation firmly established, I did what any sensible person would do and went in search of the first round of beers to get the evening underway.

Dinner itself was a complete success, if your definition of success involves dripping food down the front of your top while simultaneously scattering the rest in an impressively constructed semi-circle around the edge of your plate. Not content with that achievement, I rounded things off by leaving a trail of beer drips that started at the bar and led all the way back to our table, courtesy of the pint I was apparently meant to be in control of.

Having made what I felt was an entirely suitable impression, and reassured everyone that I remained exactly the same slightly chaotic person they’d known for years, I said my goodbyes and went in search of a bus home. Naturally, the camera and tripod came with me. After all, there was no point carrying them around all evening if I wasn’t going to stop somewhere on the way home and take a photograph