I was once arrested by a dog. .
This was at Auckland airport a few years back.
I had just done the stupidest thing in my life – ok – one of the stupidest things – which was to fly to New Zealand for the weekend.
There was some faint hint of method involved – namely that I was writing about the America’s Cup and I was going to spend the weekend on a billionaire’s yacht (my bottom line now where yachts are concerned is they have to have a basketball court on the back – minimum.)
But still and all it’s a hell of a long way for a weekend.
Oh yeah and I was going to squeeze in some research at a library.
Which explains why I was feeling just a little bit guilty when I stumbled off the plane at 6am one Saturday morning in Auckland.