Peter Calder: Golfers out to drive wedge in green plans
Regulars at Chamberlain Park Golf Course say there is no public mandate for council ‘carve-up’ of popular public course.
Peter Calder: Snooker - languid luxury in fast paced age
Snooker got a new world champion last week. Stuart Bingham, at 38 the oldest champion since 1978, became one of those overnight successes who are 20 years in the making.
Peter Calder: Waiter, these 'parasites' not to my liking
It would take a hard heart not to feel some degree of sympathy for the restaurant owners who have come out swinging against anonymous reviews and the websites that carry them.
Peter Calder: Left is right - but we don't have to be nasty about it
My first experience of getting behind the wheel of a left-hand-drive car was a thrilling one, writes Peter Calder.
Peter Calder: Space crisis looming in a place of peace
'Time to get a weedeater through here, I reckon," I said to Roscoe Webb, as I gazed across the expanse of waist-high weeds threatening to choke the old headstones at Waikumete Cemetery.
Peter Calder: Just no escaping from dead eye Ditch
Check Ditch Keeling's voicemail announcement. "I'm in the middle of killing something right now," it says. "Leave a message and I'll get back to you just as soon as it's dead.
Peter Calder: Coming in off beach to flirt with croquet
Had I ever played croquet, he asked. "Maaate!" I thought, though I didn't have the nerve to say it out loud because I knew what he'd say next.
Peter Calder: A bad man's good idea on voting rights
Arthur Taylor, whose name never appears in the media without the words "career criminal" shackled to the front of it, has been banged up since 2005 in the maximum security wing of Auckland Prison at Paremoremo.
Peter Calder: Polo - like playing golf during a quake
The country around Clevedon, southeast of Auckland, is parched and brown. Hawks circle slowly in the blue sky and even at 10am, the sun is like a hammer blow. The occasional "Road May Flood" sign seems like a grim joke.
Peter Calder: Speeding - a personal view from in front
She was just 17. School had just finished. Summer seemed to stretch on forever.