Arch Hill
The first time I've lived near the citysince I was seven, Newmarket Primary and all that, but there is no domain, just a tightly clipped field at the foot ofour street beside the North-WesternMotorway. Our backyard looks like the straw of last week's big top, our neighbours are seven young male students who've just come over with beers they lugged upQueen Street, along K' Road and the Great North to get here, Bond Street. You don't know how tough it is to carry four dozen this far, they said, as I drank anothercan. Hang on man, I said, this discussion is incredibly esoteric and we're livingin one of the poorest areas of Auckland!There are no barbies, or wooden fences holding a uniquely landscaped pool deck chairs round a cognac, latest lycrafluttering from the line, John Dory and fries wrapped in last month's Metro, where exercise consists of practising tongue extensions the imaginary acted prattle this Arch Hill resident despises. And to the real? corrugated fences
that blow with every wish, daytime with'The Bats', night-time with BFM at eleven, bassguitar practice at three, five hours' sleepwith the bathroom locked, but we're better off this way they sing. Our Polynesian neighbours are very quiet -- the teenagers walk the streets
each night -- so now I feel a little guiltythe Samoans next door to us in Onehunga were so loud and that we grumbled and gave them the evils. Playing with my youngest flatmate's grouse though, she can swing upside down from the clothesline and sing row row row
your boat and I'm teaching her chess, and well ...poetry. Of course the best advantage is thatI can visit all my friends from here.
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