Blind Pulling the Blind

Thank hock I made it beneath, just, N.Z.'s favourite number, plus two zeros. Yes, it was another of those worthy causes I throw myself in front of trains for, all in the name of defiance. Incidentally, that is also the name of the thing which for me has no end; something is being defied, yes, but what?

Yesterday I was out doing things — viz. eating curlies — and I happened to think up an appropriate ending to this.