My first job when I left home in 1946 was as a technician (technically called a “junior mechanician”) in an automatic telephone exchange at Kelburn in Wellington....
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One wonders whether the World Food Programme isn't run by a group of half-witted shopkeepers. When they learn that some of the poorest countries are short of grain, their...
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I never found out why they sent me to Syria. Perhaps something in my first report on Korea, from which the Korean authorities seem to have gleaned with joy the impression that I...
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Chooks are stupid, - really stupid. They may gaze at you with one bright eye, and you may imagine that you detect in it some glint of mingled wonderment and curiosity, but in...
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I never did want to be a teacher, but after two years as a mechanic in Wellington automatic telephone exchanges it was obvious I was making no progress there.
My father...
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