Will's speech: Let's call him Tom, cos that's a simple, honest and to-the-point name, much like Te Puke is as a town. When was the last time you looked in the eye of a straight-shooting, quick-witted, mildly-gruff, Swanndri-or-orange-urbancamo-on-top, shorts all year round on the bottom, mid-90shilux-driving, beautifully unshaven, struggling to let go of being the ex-Te Puke High School 1st XV flanker, slightly balder than he used to be Tom from Te Puke? He's cutting a shapely mini-keg figure as opposed to those abs he crows about that used to be present ... oh his wife misses those, she's known him since high school days, god he was fine ... And she was hard to get, and there was flirting and laughing and there's such a history there.
He's currently growing through the hair on the top of his head at an increasing rate - no such luck for the increasing hair growing down the back of his neck that is trying so hard to team up with the hair on his back (in a similar way to how Papamoa is edging closer to attempting to absorb Te Puke, one Auckland-owned-house being built there daily at a time).
He's a Te Puke man through and through and happy being the master of his own domain.
He's been to a million community organisation meetings - from the rugby club, to the Te Puke Intermediate Board of Trustees.
He's been part of the group of people that feed Te Puke's homeless every Saturday night after the closure of the Te Puke Community Care Trust.
He's the guy who'd give you the shirt of his back, the stuff you deserve when you say something stupid and the smile you need when you really do something well ... he's the guy that would not exist if Te Puke ruled the bay.
Everyone knows someone who is at least a little like Tom, right? They're the people that actually make the Bay what it is!
