Off we head, destination Ahipara, on the west coast at the base of Ninety Mile Beach. It’s a solid four-and-a-half to five-hour drive, so we spend the time getting to know one another sharing embarrassing stories. I’m usually the queen of embarrassing stories, but I blank. Ah, what about that time I fell down a seawall in front of many, many Saturday walkers, only to have to interview Mick Fleetwood the following day with a scabby face and swollen lip? Yup, that’ll do. I feel like a bit of a name-dropper, but it’s okay because John has a better story about the time Sir Bob Geldof got him thrown out of a pub.
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