I was power-walking through Miramar last week and approached the goods entrance for Weta Workshop. Standing in the gateway was a guy in a fluorescent vest with some sort of two-way radio in his hand. We were probably about a metre or so apart.
He said into his radio, and looking right at me, "There's a big truck here now-"
"I hope you're not referring to me," I said. "I know I've put on weight but ..."
As I walked away, he was apologising profusely, explaining that he wasn't talking about me; there was a truck coming up the road to the back of me.
It's so sad that people nowadays are so scared of being politically incorrect that they don't register a joke when they hear it.
above: Weta Workshop goods entrance. The building immediately behind is the Weta office block. I haven't been in there for a few years but in their conference room they had their Oscars on display.
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Today: I power-walked the same route this morning. As I turned a corner away from Weta, I came upon something being filmed from across the road. It's for tv apparently.
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