After school, I went to Canterbury University then worked as an economist in Wellington. Moved into journalism (music then business) in New York and Auckland, then worked in corporate PR, including a dozen years in Southeast Asia, based in Bangkok. Now doing part-time consulting, mainly in Wellington, where I live with my partner Anne. I cycle and play as much tennis as I can and manage to lose myself in books and music on good days.   

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I have a lot of good memories of attending Kaikōura High School. Had some great classmates, and teachers, who were really committed to their students. Remember studying Māori for my first four years - I think KHS was one of the first schools in the country to offer this. A lot of upsides to being a small school, but a downside was tough subject choices in the senior years (eg. History or Maths; Physics or Economics). I was probably well behaved, but I did have one decent (and winning) fist fight which got me hauled up in front of the deputy principal. I won't name names. Photos from the mufti-wearing seventh form year are best burned - walk shorts, knee-high socks and Soul Shoes. And got to enjoy the move to the new site in 1979 near the end of my final year.   

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Our fourth form trip around the South Island was a highlight, as much for the antics on the bus as the sightseeing. And an earlier trip to Christchurch where we went to a marae, a lolly factory (with unlimited free samples), and a meeting with Fred Dagg. Maths competitions and plays in Christchurch, football and tennis trips away. A week doing French classes at Christchurch Boys High was great fun but also a culture shock - teachers calling me by my surname, prefects telling me off because my blazer had a crayfish on it. Made me appreciate even more the less traditional and more relaxed environment at KHS.  

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I kind of remember everyone, and a lot of people (classmates and teachers) left good impressions. I was lucky to go to KHS, it proved a great grounding for the rest of my life.