oh, i’m not made for wellington, and the wind straight off the sea. no, i’m not made for wellington, it’s just not meant to be.
When I lived in Christchurch, I often saw a funny little man with a moustache who would stand on a step-ladder in Cathedral Square at lunch times. He would yell out stuff about breaking God's law, sin & repentance. I remember thinking 'I could never do that!'. It seemed to me that he never got a lot of return for his hard work.
Well, not long after posting my first list of favourite Christian music, I started remembering some of the other weird bands / musicians I used to listen to, and thought to myself 'how did I not include that one?'
Like everybody else in the world, I turned on the TV on the morning of September 11 2001, and watched in unbelief at the horrific scenes before me.I wrote this poem the following week, and posted it on an online Christian poetry forum, which has since closed.This is dedicated to those whose lives were forever changed by the tragedy.
I returned regulary to QEII after the Games. Dad used to bring me to international track and field meetings - I can remember watching Don Quarrie, the Commonwealth Games champion and world record holder, thrash everyone in the 100 and 200m finals.