BENCH SEAT

NZV8 - - CONTENTS - Con­nal con­nal@v8.co.nz

Ben­jamin Franklin said there were only two cer­tain­ties in life: death and taxes. Life is what you choose to do in be­tween those in­evitabil­i­ties. I tell you what they don’t teach you in school — or, if they do, I wasn’t pay­ing at­ten­tion — is that life is a pretty long stretch that, I’m told, passes you by pretty quickly, in hind­sight. Any­way, what I’m try­ing to say is that I had no real idea of what I wanted to do with my­self after high school, but went on to the req­ui­site univer­sity de­gree — Ac­count­ing and Eco­nomics, if you must know — at the urg­ing of my un­char­ac­ter­is­ti­cally cool and charis­matic ac­count­ing teacher. I might have ended up work­ing in the cor­po­rate world, if not for a pure stroke of chance that pre­sented the op­por­tu­nity to work for what I reckon is the best lo­cal au­to­mo­tive pub­li­ca­tion out there — this one. Dur­ing the en­su­ing four years and 48 is­sues, I’ve done things and been given op­por­tu­ni­ties that I still can’t quite fathom, and have learned a great deal — the most im­por­tant of which is that I’m not cut out for a life in front of a com­puter screen, un­der a se­ries of flu­o­res­cent lights. Which is why I’m writ­ing this ed­i­to­rial to let you know that this is­sue is my last work­ing in-house at Park­side Me­dia, as I de­part for the hard-slog­ging, min­i­mum-wage-earn­ing life of an ap­pren­tice tradie. I don’t quite know what I want in my fu­ture, but I’m pretty sure it in­volves sun­burn, a van full of tools, and a bunch of char­ac­ters (1, 2, 4, W, T, R) on my li­cence rather than wors­en­ing my­opia in front of an LED mon­i­tor. Will I still be do­ing stuff for the mag­a­zine? You’re damn right I will, and you’ll still be see­ing me around just as of­ten, but I won’t be do­ing the full-time, be­hind-the-scenes gig of putting a mag­a­zine to print ev­ery month. Now, at this point, your brow may be fur­rowed. You may feel some con­cern at the well-be­ing of this beau­ti­ful monthly ti­tle you hold in your hands, but let me as­suage your fears and tell you not to worry. While my de­par­ture might come as a sur­prise to you, it’s been in the pipe­line for quite a while, and, in that time, Todd, my­self, and the rest of the team have made ar­range­ments to en­sure that the mag­a­zine re­mains as you know and love it. In­cluded in that is my con­tin­u­ing on as a free­lancer. It isn’t easy putting a mag­a­zine out ev­ery month, es­pe­cially one that you can feel proud to put your name on for the world to see. It isn’t easy work­ing late, or week­ends, with a brain that’s ready to sleep from the amount of shit that’s pour­ing through it to en­sure that this cur­rent is­sue, and the next one, and the one after that are all track­ing well, but it’s been a hell of an ex­pe­ri­ence that I wouldn’t trade for any­thing in the world. It’s been a hell of a chal­lenge to mas­ter, but maybe I’m be­ing a bit self­ish in feel­ing that I’m ready for the next one. What­ever, I’ve heard that life passes you by pretty quickly, in hind­sight. Cheers for the mem­o­ries, op­por­tu­ni­ties, and say­ing “Gid­day” at shows. I’ve met so many of you that I may some­times strug­gle to put names to the faces, but the yarns are al­ways good any­way.

Newspapers in English

Newspapers from Australia

© PressReader. All rights reserved.