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WATER, WATER EVERYWHERE — AND NOW YOU PAY TWICE !

Congratulations Lower Hutt.

Your water bill is about to become its own celebrity.

Separate. Independent.
Free from rates.

Like a teenager moving out of home…
but still sending you the bill. 

SO… WILL YOUR RATES GO DOWN?

Short answer: No. Don’t be ridiculous.
Long answer:
Councils don’t suddenly lose costs and go “oh well, let’s charge less.”
What actually happens:
• Water costs move off the rates bill
• They reappear as a new, shiny standalone charge
• Rates might flatten slightly…
• But overall? You pay more, not less

Because:
• The infrastructure still needs fixing
• The debt still exists
• The spending is actually increasing massively
So instead of:
One painful bill - You now get:
Two painful bills - With better branding 

THE REAL GAME

This isn’t about saving you money.
It’s about visibility and control of revenue.
Separating water does three things:

1. Makes price increases easier to justify
(“It’s not rates going up… it’s water!”)

2. Creates a scalable billing model
(Meters, usage charges, future increases)

3. Shifts political heat
Councils step back → new entity takes the blame  

THE KICKER

Media already told you:
• Decades of underinvestment
• Massive pipe failures
• Billions needed
So the question isn’t:
“Will it be cheaper?”
It’s:
“How fast and how hard does the bill hit?” 

THE QUIET PART NO ONE SAYS OUT LOUD

If water is separated:
• It becomes a utility, not a service

• And utilities don’t go down in price

Ever  

FINAL VERDICT

Will separating water from rates reduce your rates bill?
Technically: maybe a little.
Financially: irrelevant.
Reality: you’ll pay more overall.
Same pipes.
Same problems.
Now with two invoices and a logo change. 

SUPER CITY? OR SUPER MESS?


The Wellington “Super City” idea is back — bigger council, fewer moving parts, supposedly better results.

Problem is, the public is still largely in the dark.

There’s no clear model, no costings, no detail on how it actually works. Just vague talk about “efficiency” and “coordination” while the real driver is obvious — failing infrastructure, especially water, and rising costs.
Councils aren’t saying much either. Publicly cautious. Privately split. Some see scale and funding advantages. Others see loss of control and Wellington dominance.
Because that’s the real trade-off.

Yes, a Super City could reduce duplication and improve planning. But bigger doesn’t automatically mean better. It can also mean slower decisions, more bureaucracy, and communities pushed further from the people making them.
And then there’s representation.
Fewer councils means fewer voices. Smaller areas risk becoming background noise. You don’t lose your vote — you lose your influence.

So what do you know? Very little.
What do you think? Probably unclear — and fairly so.
What do you want? The basics:
Show the plan. Show the cost. Show who’s in charge.
Until then, this isn’t reform.
It’s a concept being sold before it’s been properly explained.

ONE METRE OF COMMON SENSE   (NOW LEGALLY MEASURED)

The Government has decided the problem with our roads isn’t chaos, potholes, or Wellington driving standards — it’s the exact number of centimetres between you and a cyclist.
So now we have a rule. Under 50km/h, you must give cyclists one metre. Over 50, it’s 1.5 metres. Get it wrong and it could cost you up to $3000. Not for hitting anyone. For misjudging space.
On paper, it sounds perfectly sensible. In reality, it assumes you’re driving on a wide, empty highway with time to break out a measuring tape. Most people, however, are navigating narrow streets, parked cars, buses pulling out, and someone behind them wondering why traffic has stopped so you can execute a textbook overtake.
And then there’s the Lycra brigade, who will no doubt embrace this like a new Olympic sport. Expect the full performance: the shoulder check, the subtle drift into the lane, the knowing glance. Somewhere, someone will absolutely be reviewing footage later and declaring, “That was 1.2 metres at best.”
The issue isn’t the intent — it’s the engineering of it. We’ve taken a basic principle, “don’t pass too close,” and turned it into a precision legal exercise in live traffic. It’s not wrong. It’s just… ambitious.
Where it gets properly absurd is on the shared pathways. Because if we’re now measuring safe passing distances, that logic doesn’t magically stop at the road. On those paths you’ve got cyclists overtaking pedestrians, scooters overtaking cyclists, and small children zig-zagging like drunk moths.
So what’s the rule there? One metre past a jogger? One and a half past a labrador? Do we start issuing fines for aggressive stroller passing?
At some point, common sense has to make a comeback. Because while the rule might look clean in legislation, out in the real world it’s going to play out somewhere between cautious hesitation and complete confusion.
Safer roads are a good goal. But if everyone needs a ruler to achieve it, something’s gone slightly off the rails.


EASTBOURNE MEMORIAL RSA   COMMUNITY NOTICE

As ANZAC Day approaches, the Eastbourne community is invited to take part in two important commemorations supporting remembrance and service.

Poppy Day – Friday 17 April

Poppy Day will be held from 9:00am to 12:00 noon. Volunteers are sought to assist with street collections in support of the RSA Welfare Trust Fund,
which provides essential assistance to veterans and their families.
If you are able to contribute an hour or two, your support would be greatly appreciated. 

ANZAC Day – Saturday 25 April
The Eastbourne ANZAC Day Commemoration will proceed as follows:
9:30am – Assemble at Ballinger Gardens for the march
• March to the Memorial Gates, Muritai School
• 10:00am – Commemoration Service begins
• Morning tea to follow at the ESSC clubrooms, Tuatoru Street

This is a time for reflection, respect, and community. All are warmly encouraged to attend.

Note: Make Eastbourne Great Again (MEGA) is providing and sponsoring the sound system for this year’s ANZAC Day service. 

Picture it.
A farmer grows the food. Tends it, harvests it, sells it for 60 cents.
By the time it comes back to you—processed, packaged, branded—it’s $5.79 and possibly jet-lagged.
And in between?
A disappearing act.

Because while the crops are still here, the factories are quietly dying. Lights off. Gates shut. “Restructuring.” “Optimisation.” Corporate for: we’re out.
So who made that call?
Not the farmer.
Not the town losing jobs.
Not the country that built an entire identity on producing world-class food.
No—this one comes from somewhere higher up the food chain.
Boardrooms. Strategy decks. People who couldn’t find a paddock with Google Maps and a helicopter.
They’ve looked at New Zealand and decided we’re perfect… for the low-margin bit.
Grow it. Ship it. Step aside.
And where’s the cavalry? The usual crowd who march for lentils and morally superior salads? 

Gone.
Missing in action. Possibly still drafting a strongly worded Instagram post.
Because this isn’t a cute cause. It’s not a farmers’ market with acoustic guitar. It’s real supply chains collapsing in slow motion.
And the decision-makers?
Nowhere you can point at.
Not elected. Not fronting up. Not explaining why a country that can grow anything apparently can’t be trusted to finish the job.
It’s almost impressive.
We’ve managed to turn food production into a national outsourcing experiment. Growers squeezed. Capability gutted. Value exported. Then we buy it back like it’s a luxury import.

Brilliant.

Soon we’ll be proudly telling tourists:
“Yes, we grow it here… then send it away so we can afford it later.”

MEGA verdict:
New Zealand isn’t failing at food.
It’s being quietly managed out of its own kitchen. 

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MEGA OPINION: CHEERS TO COMMON SENSE — NOW OPEN THE DAMN SHOPS


Finally. New Zealand has dragged itself—kicking, muttering, and clutching a hymn book—into the modern era. The booze bans on Good Friday, Easter Sunday, and Christmas Day are gone.
You can now buy a bottle of wine without pretending you’re deeply committed to a lamb shank.
Progress.
But here’s the obvious question:
if we’re trusted to buy alcohol… why the hell can’t we buy a pair of socks?
We’ve removed the moral panic around a sauvignon blanc, yet Mitre 10 still has to play dead like it’s 1890. Supermarkets juggle rules. Retail shutters down. Tourists wander around thinking the country’s been evacuated.
Newsflash: New Zealand is a secular country, not a museum of leftover religious restrictions.
If you want to observe Good Friday quietly—brilliant. Stay home, reflect, pray, bake hot cross buns until the smoke alarm joins in.
But why does that mean:
• a retailer loses a full day’s revenue
• a worker loses a voluntary shift
• a tourist loses a day of spending
• and the economy politely pauses for reasons half the population doesn’t follow?
Choice is the answer. Not blanket shutdowns.
Let those who want the day off take it.
Let those who want to work, work.
Let visitors spend.
Let businesses open.
Simple.
Because right now we’ve fixed half the stupidity. You can toast the holiday… you just can’t buy anything to go with it.

MEGA verdict:
Great—we’ve uncorked the bottle. Now open the rest of the country.

MEGA LIFESTYLE

THE EASTBOURNE FOCUS CRISIS

Eastbourne has always been a place for quiet thinking. The issue now is nobody can remember what they were thinking about.
Apparently, our focus is collapsing thanks to screens, scrolling, and modern life. Experts suggest reading books, sleeping better, and avoiding distractions. In other words—stop doing everything we currently do.
Sit in any local café and you’ll see it in action. Conversations start strong, drift, then disappear entirely. Someone checks a phone. Someone else stares at the sea. Nobody finishes a sentence.
Ironically, Eastbourne’s seniors are ahead of the game. They already read print, avoid tech, nap strategically, and repeat stories like a built-in memory system. Meanwhile, everyone else is juggling screens and wondering why nothing sticks.
The real problem isn’t age. It’s constant interruption. The brain never gets to the end of a thought before something else barges in.
So now we’re told to slow down and focus again.
In Eastbourne, that means sitting by the harbour, thinking deeply… and immediately forgetting why. 

WHEN THE DOG BITES… BUT STILL GETS A TREAT

New Zealand has a dog problem. Thousands of bites a year, a steady stream of “he’s never done that before,” and a national belief that every incident is a one-off miracle.
Then there’s Eastbourne—where dogs aren’t pets, they’re practically residents with voting rights. We’ve got doggy daycare, beach walks, social circles, and more emotional support animals than emotional support.
And yet… still biting.
Here’s the brilliance of it.
Dogs guide the blind, run farms, help police, and generally behave like overachieving citizens. Puppies are walking happiness grenades—children see one and instantly forget every safety rule ever taught.

Meanwhile, owners deliver the classic line:
“He’s very friendly.”
This is usually said while the dog is mid-launch, mid-sniff, or mid-decision about whether your ankle is a snack.
But none of it sticks.
Because dogs get away with everything. Jump on strangers? Adorable. Ignore commands? Independent thinker. Bite someone? Complex situation.
If humans behaved like that, we’d be in court. Dogs do it and get a biscuit.
That’s the deal.
Dogs are loyal, brilliant, slightly unhinged… and absolutely untouchable in Eastbourne.
All good—
as long as you pick up the shit in your plastic bag. 

THE GREAT EASTBOURNE JAIL BREAK

Gone.

After eight years of doing absolutely nothing, Eastbourne’s historic police cell has finally escaped—without ever holding a single prisoner.

This wasn’t junk. It had original doors, real history, and the makings of a proper seaside attraction. A sign, a story board, a bit of effort—and done.

Instead?

Park it in Williams Park.
Talk about it.
Ignore it.


Murray Gibbons championed it. The Eastbourne Community Board—of which he was part—achieved the rare feat of collective inaction at Olympic level.

The result: an “eyesore” nobody wanted… until it was leaving.

Now it’s off to Turakina—where sheep, cows and magpies will presumably make faster decisions.

Common sense has prevailed.

Eastbourne’s contribution?

Losing a jail…
without ever locking anything in it.

MEGA OPINION: AUCKLAND — PERFUME OVER A LANDFILL



According to Wayne Brown, Auckland is basically perfect—just unfairly criticised by Wellington and occasionally interrupted by floating toilet paper.

Right.

This is a city where traffic is a daily hostage situation, pipes explode like it’s a feature, and planning documents are rewritten so often they should come with version numbers and a therapist.

But none of that matters. Because in Brown’s world, Auckland isn’t flawed—it’s fabulous. The problems are elsewhere. Preferably 600km south.

It’s leadership by deodorant: spray hard, ignore the smell.

Auckland isn’t one land fart away from perfect.
It is the land fart—just aggressively marketed as fresh air.

MEGA UPDATE: DAYS BAY GOES GLOBAL (WELL… ALMOST)

urns out asking a simple question hits a nerve.
“Where’s The Plan, Days Bay?” has officially gone viral-ish — smashing past 12,000 views on YouTube and climbing.
Not bad for a song about… a missing plan.
Seems a few people beyond the bay are also wondering how a major coastal project can appear without actually appearing on paper.
So if you’ve missed it, here it is — the anthem for every ratepayer staring at cones, kerbs, and confusion:
“Where’s The Plan, Days Bay?”
Press play. Then maybe ask the same question. 

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