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Mother of a style killer for buy racers

In the 1960s, if you were a young man and wanted to be considered dangerous, you grew your hair long and attempted as much facial fur as possible. You wore black, you cultivated a walk that resembled a sneer, and you spoke in the deepest register your larynx would allow. Dangerous was cool in the 1960s. It was an era when long hair on a young man was viewed with contempt and suspicion – a decade earlier, it was almost grounds for a prison sentence…

Fireworks go against all logic

The average Kiwi doesn’t have ready access to a gun, and for good reason. If the spotty-faced, good for nothing “yoof” who lives down your street could easily step into a supermarket and buy a handgun and a few dozen rounds of ammunition along with their beer and fags, all hell would break loose…