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Hone and his horse

Meet Hone Heke and his horse. They trot into Nelson regular and park up where they will and have been doin so for many moons.  Hone Heke is his name….  But not by birth. (the real Hone Heke is here)


This Hone is also thumbing his nose at authority and gaining stature as a monumental misfit , widely despised and marginally loved he offers rides to anyone brave enough to be seen riding high on his cart.

Nelson is a desperately conservative town so his studious thumbing is greeted with studious shunning and most the time the best he gets is kids feeding the horse for the thrill of feeding a horse in a CBD that only welcomes “normal” things .

Few greet Hone but they do talk to the horse, of course.

In this little Britain a horse is esteemed while his master is barely tolerated.

So what is the point of it all?


Here is a typical traffic fine aquired by our intrepid Equestrian.  The day I saw him Hone acquired $500 worth and this was lighter than the usual $700 a day.


Notice the wording – The wording stipulates motorised transport as causing the infringement. Could anyone argue that Hone and horse are motorised?

They think not and the legal system can’t defeat their logic. There has been an open forum through the courts thats costing a bomb in legal fees.  It makes even the 120k in traffic fines seem trivial.

He keeps account of every ticket –  the tickets add up to a mere $ 124,303.67.


Hone’s opponents say its not a matter of “if” he goes to jail its a matter of when.

It’s The Bleak House of the moment with a real Dickensian character confounding a legal system that thought he was gone forever.

A proper catch up

Please forgive my long absence from writing to you all. Since London i have been on a learning curve.

One part of my Euro trip still haunts me. I was looking out the window of the Boeing 777 and noticed a thread of black smoke trailing out of the engine. I asked the stewardess if this was normal…she didn’t know…nor did the other cabin staff. They alerted the captain and he explained later that it was quite normal. Until we landed safely i was shit scared.

Here i am up in the pointy bit of the plane. The captain let me sit in his seat once we were safely landed.


When you get back home to NZ It all looks like Kodachrome – Green.


Yellow. Here in the yellow puffy jacket i got for 4 euros in Berlin. WIth me here is Stu.He was my best guitar pupil until he had to go to Welly.


Many shades in the Moutere sky.


All sorts of enticing colours but do not eat they are soap.


On the road coming up on yellow


Brown white green and blue


Ye Olde Life on The Farm. The average age of a Nz farmer is in the 50s. It’s a labour of love in the face of sky high rates. The new digger he bought needs a computer technician to look at it for 120 an hour only to conclude he cant fix it. Same engine as the old model but with computers built to need regular attention. Good keen man.


London Adventures cont.

Shackelton got his rope from this very shop.


More than a hundred and ten years in biz


Harper Collins. Went to harper collins to deliver some demos of an album of mine from back in the day I want them to publish my wee bookie with free album enclosed.


Lots of rigmarole to get in. But i just wanted to deliver demos to editors.


I am a big fan of Hamlet. Didn’t meet Ophelia though.


London Pt 2

Smart phone? yeah right. My smart phone alerted me to this place. The gate keeper told me there was a dress code i wasn’t cracking and that a ss was gonna set me back £50.


These girls cracked it. The chosen ones heading for sushivana.


The traditional pub.


With a traditional pokey


Leaning postbox. A real letter is something we all like to get but no one wants to send.


London Streets 2014

This is a genuine licensed London busker. To get a job like this you have to apply to be auditioned….wait several years to be auditioned and have about one chance in one hundred of being selected.

Many are called few are chosen. And when you do get taken on you are not allowed to sell anything nor are you permitted to hand out even a biz card nor display any signs cause one company has sole advertising rights on everything in the underground. Good sorts.


Food for thought. So this was sobering…to say the least. The only way to make a name for yourself in the underground is to buy advertising with exterior media. I wrote to them. I wonder if they do micro budget deals. Ha ha.

In my experience dealing with big companies tends to be like “talking to the taxman about poetry” to use the title of a Billy Bragg album. So i am more inclined to support little family places like food for thought in Neal st. This veggo place has been around since the 70s and hasn’t lost out to the enemy yet. Food is great and not priced to kill. It took me days to find such an oasis.


St Paul’s is surrounded. Ha ha. There are two of these and other franchises between. Christopher Wren has a big fan club.


It’s surreal. The money changers outside the temple. So lets go look in the temple itself.

Pay to pray. Gone are the days when you could go to a church to pray. Not in this one pal. There’s a timetable for that pal…


Easy access. Only one entrance is open and it’s gatekeepers are not there to make friends…


Thou shalt not. I had to walk all the way around to get onto the lobby. I had to ignore this sign to get a shot of the stairway.


Stairway. What would Christopher Wren say about all this commercial lockout?


As you leave thru the revolving doors you have to laugh at the irony. Irony rules.


Next time i will look for a more modest church. (St Paul’s Cathedral)


Or save up so i can get in. Here is a view from the counter. In ancient times the money changers worked outdoors…


Don’t mess with my security. The best minder ever.


An unbroken family. Had a little strum outside and this friendly family listened out and the little guy guarded my axe. Lovely spot and the franchises were quiet…no one can afford to take family into killerpocket eateries on a regular basis unless they are so rich they wont wanna anyway. They were eating a packed lunch. More fun that way.


Gotta love this graffiti. Really cheers you up walking down a dark street to see this illuminated by the moon and the sodium light…


Church by moonlight


What a superb simple way to stack em. Way easier than a power monster dishwasher.