Gonk with GB's Walk of Fame tribute, Upper Hutt.
SO here we are, me and Gonk, the strangely whiskered and shoeless pinstriper from Greymouth, first in line at Picton Terminal to catch the ferry to Wellington. An hour to kill. Luckily, we had an emergency 4-pack of Jim Beam and Coke with us, so we cracked open a couple of cans.
A vaguely familiar guy wanders over. “Still got a