Martinborough…Mayfair…what’s the difference?
Living next door to St Andrew’s Anglican Church, we see a few marriages and funerals. They can be interesting, but today was exceptional. I walked out of our place on the way to Mitre 10 and almost tripped over a huge, shiny, black car. “Oh,” I thought…”that’s a Bentley. Don’t see many of them round here.”
I looked to my left, on the other side of our drive. A swanky white sports car. “What’s that? Oh, it’s a Ferrari.”
I looked further to my left…more Ferraris. Seven in a line, then a lower-class VW, then another Ferrari. I looked past the Bentley. There was another Ferrari, making nine in total. Kept company by sundry Mercedes, Jaguars, BMWs and Lexuses.
It seemed a relatively jolly occasion. Speakers set up outside the church were blaring the Kingmens’s all-time rock classic: Louie, Louie.
The role of the deceased was taken by one John Carpenter, who had lived south of Martinborough and was a former president of the Ferrari Owners’ Club Of New Zealand.