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'The Good Old Days'

To all them Malaysian critics and pseudo-Malaysian critics. I hope you have enjoyed yourselves well the last few months. Because I have, tremendously. I find all this mud-slinging that's been going round rather entertaining and quite a change from the cold dark walls of Rankine- Brown and the covers of my dirty old folder.

It is a healthy sign indeed, for it means that you are not becoming over-complacent by the luxuries of Kiwi-life and taking it for granted. I realise too, that the pressures of varsity life is great, what with all the exams and assignments etc., etc.. The fact that we are strangers in a strange land doesn't make things easier. What better way to let off steam and tension than by punching WMSA or other suitable punching bags and kicking it in every place imaginable. It also tends to enliven this god-forsaken dump, where the only decent entertainment one can get is in the pub, the Church or on the race-tracks.

To all of you, I with you the best of luck. I hope to see you again after the game is over, after our exile is ended. Yes, we can share a glass of champagne, talk of those good, old days and discuss the stock market and compare our cars and golf-clubs.