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Ah, New Zealand. That two-parted sheep pen. That master of incomprehensible empire-spread sporting activity (Twenty 20, being post-empire, doesn’t count). That home of absolutely no musicians I’ve ever heard of. Well, except those I happen to have written about in the last week. And Kiri Te Kanawa, obviously. And, from Dunedin, the enigmatic Alastair Galbraith. That last one alone should be good enough to stop me besmirching it by printing the fact that the ever-quotable monkeyman thinks it is “just like Britain, but in the middle ages”, but it seems it isn’t. Read the rest of this entry »