GoG is the New Zealand blog for intelligent, grumpy old geezers who – despite all the odds – have not lost their sense of humour. But you don’t have to be male, old, or a geezer. To be part of it, you just have to be grumpy, reasonably literate and know where North Korea or Mars are. Otherwise, you are naturally excluded from any discussions about North Korea or astronomy or chocolate bars.

GoGs don’t get out of bed before dawn to check NZ’s latest non-news and bung up the internet with blatherings about bugger-all. We just wander about, trying to relax, hitting the keyboard only when something gets seriously up our noses.

Some GoGs are very old indeed, and they marvel at the stupidity of following generations that we always expected to do better than us or our own parents.

We mourn the loss of accurate journalism and fine writing. We complain about the endless repetition of history by opportunist politicians and religious leaders. We are staggered at awards given to the mediocre. We bemoan the willingness of 90 percent of humanity to choose chocolate, fast food and gadgets – or murder their partners or children – instead of making something valuable of their short span on Earth. We are astonished by the unique beauty of our country and by the carelessness of its polluting, materialistic inhabitants who choose to ignore what they own.

If you’ve had enough of dogma and blogma, TV Blah-blah and Radio Gaga, drop a note to gogorgnz@gmail.com, or leave a comment on this site. If it makes sense, it will be published.