Haka Party

If you join Salient's staff and the rest of the hoi-polloi in the queue to see Extrav from the gods, you won't mind going down at six p.m. for the show. Why? Because you can always count on a few novel diversions from the Weir House haka party, even if you do have to brave a chorus of, "We see you, Mr. Hisleton!"

The gods of the Opera House hold many memories for Wellingtonians, and along with echoes of "Scherezade," "Take a Pair of Sparkling Eyes" and "Faust," some of us can still hear frantic hakas reverberating from the walls, along with the belly laughs which now forgotten outbursts of foolishness produced.

When we go along to Extrav again we may not see Paul Te Punga swooping over the heads of the plutocrats in the stalls on the end of a long but desperately thin rope, but we will hear the old Varsity songs together with some new ones. Whether the bone-racking structure which supports the common hordes at those dizzying heights can withstand further shocks is open to doubt.

However, we are sure that you will be there to see.

—R.M.D.