A nation of narks

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It was only when my friend got in trouble for leaving her jumper on the grass in the botanic gardens during a short jog this week that it dawned on me we have become a nation of narks. It wasn’t the first run in me or my mates have had with the legions of hired goons that seem to have popped up in our harbour city, forever poised to crush any conceivable piece of spontaneity as soon as it raises its dangerous head. Click HERE to read on.


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