To start this week we jump right into the high-octane world of the ODT’s opinion section.
Riveting, absolutely riveting.
Next, I imagine the ODT gazing out of a window running aesthetically with rain while Bic Runga plays in the background, pondering the muses of the mist, those countless creatives just beyond the horizon
The ODT takes another hit from the bong and goes out to fire-spin on Union Lawn
We’re pretty sure the ODT was let loose with the dictionary; we have trouble explaining this one any other way
Next, a ghostly tale of haunting from that region of macabre terror, Central Otago
And finally, the ODT’s root vegetables are locking themselves in their room, wearing baggy pants and the listening to ‘the hip hop’.
