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But why did you come here? Come to think of it, why lots of things? It's occurred to me recently that there are a lot of things that go unexplained. Speaking of getting here, I was at the Classic Comedy and Bar (which you should visit immediately-ish, finish this page first) the other week and I noticed that Akmal Saleh was advertised as being "direct from Sydney". Why do visitors to these shores come "direct"? Why do we, the prospective audience, care? Who cares if he comes via Palmerston North on a bus with a stop-off in Hamilton? Is it more impressive to have arrived direct from Sydney, rather than wandered about a bit on the way? I guess the Tasman Sea has a little bit to do with it considering you'd be a little damp if you did set down for a cuppa half way over. Sydney's probably a fairly good place to come from direct. No mucking about with bailing, or figuring out where the lifejackets should have been. But John Fealey's just be advertised as being "direct from Europe"...

If you live in Auckland you may have noticed that 277 Broadway has "disabled toilets" and that "this door is alarmed"? Why? Why is the door alarmed? Is it the number of people who, barely able to contain themselves, run headlong through the door looking for a toilet that's a little less disabled? Just to confuse things further they have "Male Toilets" and "Female Toilets". How do you tell them apart? Is there a vague difference in the porcelain? What if a female toilet was installed in the men's toilet? Or vice versa? Is the disabled toilet male or female? Is there such a thing as a professional toilet sexer? I'm sure the average person wouldn't be able to tell them apart. Should we be concerned?

And, do you ever wonder why tea-room teapots can't pour tea without dripping? Or why most people walk on the busy side of the street? Do you ever thing aloud "What the hell's going on now?".

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