BEYOND THE BRIGHT LIGHTS
lthough media reports led us to believe that Titirangi was overrun by marauding gangs of rats, some as big as small cats, others the size of cocker spaniels and probably by now as large as your average German Shepherd, we didn’t see a single rat at all. Well that’s not quite true. At Titirangi’s monthly Sunday market, Colin Heath from NZ Coin Works was doing a lively trade in small brass ornamental rats, selling to those who like myself were entertained by the prospect of a new Titirangi icon. That’s not to say that there’s not a ratty issue, and if so, judging by local warning signs it has obviously concerned
