Exblsewhere, it may be six degrees of separation, but, in New Zealand, it’s more like two. The theory goes that everyone has a friend who happens to be connected to another friend, too. I don’t know how true this really is, and I could be recalling a certain telecommunications ad too much, but I’ve met plenty of people in my day-to-day dealings who are also connected to completely unrelated people, and, when it comes to talking cars, it’s like one big incestuous party.
I recently purchased a set of dining chairs off Trade Me — exciting stuff, I know, but stick with me — and made the journey from my West Auckland dwelling to the outskirts of Auckland to collect them. The seller’s house was an unassuming lifestyle block, and…