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Man, I loved reading Footrot Flats when I was a kid, although obviously a lot of it went over my head. I credit it with giving me a lot of early inklings about the birds and the bees, or at least the sows and the bitches. Ahh, good times.

Weird personal anecdote time: as a kid growing up in Australia, we were always told that New Zealand was just like us, really, except obviously inferior because it wasn't populated by Australians. Footrot Flats, then, was a puzzlement with its talk of South-Easterlies that you had to hide from, the constant rain and mud, the references to fantails and whitebait. Then I moved to NZ a few years ago to go to university, and the mystery was finally resolved: they lied to us. Do you know what our countries have in common? Lamingtons, cricket, a corner of the Pacific, and a slight similarity in accents. Ah well. At least when I read Footrot Flats these days, I understand it a lot better.