Did the mayor of Auckland really just dis Gore? Oh no he did not! Except that I think he did. Via Breakfast television. Breakfast TV? How so very Auckland, with smashed avocado paninis and chamomile and dandelion tea – probably.
It seems, like most Jaffas, His Worship Wayne Brown hasn’t been to Gore and for that, he’s less-worshipable than a very unworshipable mayor. Because Gore is A-river-runs-through-it meets the Hokonui Hills. Gore is cheese rolls. Gore is where the new-boy Mayor stood up for the community that elected him and stood up to old-school bullying and he triumphed. Gore is trout-fishing with flies not spinners and certainly not in giant Hauraki Gulf Gin Palace boats. Gore’s way more eN-Zed than double-soy macchiatos and butter-cream-covered cupcakes and the America’s Cup and ‘all that’. And Gore is cheese rolls – did I mention that already? Mmmm…, cheese rolls…., thin white bread, filled with a cheesey-oniony sauce, rolled up and grilled. Doubtless there are Auckland cafes doing this but with vegan cheese, avocado and Himalayan salt. Ik!
The Hokonui Hills are Gore too. They stand sentinel over Southland’s heart – Gore, Lumsden and Winton. Dis the Gore and you dis the Hokonuis and dis them, Wayne what’s-your-name, and you dis me. Wayne what’s-his-name probably doesn’t even know about the Hokonui Hills and the essential libertarian moonshine whisky role they played in Southland’s dark Prohibition days when a few puritan elite do-gooders ruled it over the hard-working masses. And if he doesn’t know about that, he’ll never come close to understanding Gore and its giant trout statue and the Mataura River and the Flemings Creamota factory (R.I.P.), and yes, Wayne Brown, yes you can park a logging truck in the main street of Gore because all eN-Zed logging truck drivers are as entitled as mayors to stop at the tea rooms to get a few cheese rolls.
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