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I've gone two nights with very minimal Olympics watching. And due to a prior engagement tonight will be the same. (Actually last night Outrageous Fortune took precedent despite my protestations of "th...

Sports ingenue that I am, I had no idea of the origins of the madison. What a story it is.It begins in London in 1878. Mr David Stanton bet that he could ride a bicycle 1,000 miles in six successive d...

I have never met Steve Crow. I have no particular wish to do so. He strikes me as an unpleasant, cynical man with whom I would have little in common. His claim in court yesterday that his Boobs on Bik...

I gather the unprecedented freedom of content on the Listener website this week is not entirely intentional, but it does provide a happy opportunity to link to Jane Clifton's Politics column in a week...

Ingrate that I am, I don’t give nearly enough thanks to the God of private enterprise that I no longer work in a cubicle. I should. Those things are death traps. HowStuffWorks catalogues the ha...

It has been a long and sleepless weekend. A weekend of tremendous feats, where black became gold and inspiration was only a gnat's whisker away. The kiwis have dug deep and showed the entire world tha...

In early summer, just before the cicadas had started singing, our kindergarten teacher formed us into a crocodile, and we marched over the hill to Mount Atkinson Primary School*. I hadn't previously ...