UNDER PRESSURE

I went to Petone yesterday and managed to get out alive - just.

I recommend the film 'Pressure' which I saw at the Lighthouse Cinema in Beach Street. This is a great film on the relationship between Eisenhower and Captain Stagg (chief meteorologist) in the days leading up to the D-Day invasion on 6 June 1944. Riveting stuff.

On my walk back to Petone railway station I crossed Jackson Street (on a pedestrian crossing). Several cars stopped on each side but a dickhead on an electric scooter, riding in the middle of the road refused to stop and kept coming straight at me as I was in the centre of the crossing. He (twenty something male Maori) could clearly see me. I put my hand up in a 'stop' gesture but he kept coming. I then changed my arm position to one where my forearm would connect with his throat but at the last moment lifted it as he went under it. I said a rude word to him as he passed.

In that moment a thought flashed through my mind that if I had knocked the (rude word) off his scooter it would be likely that I would be the one held to blame even though I noticed the approving nods from the car drivers. How unfair is that?

Maybe I need my own train.

JUST DESSERTS