RANDOM REMINDER

Press, Volume CXV, Issue 34021, 10 December 1975, Page 30

RANDOM REMINDER

DAY OF RECKONING

A recent headline in “The Press” has properly put the wind up us, in a nameless dread sort of a way. We refer to the headline: “Mussel Farming Industry Coming Closer.” We cannot rid our mind of the image of a huge, ghastly, shapeless Thing; the mussel farming industry, in fact; slouching towards Canterbury to be born. The good people of the province know it is coming, but have no idea what to do about it. They are im-

potent, trapped, terrified. The main roads north and south are jammed with streams of refugees going nowhere, anywhere, io escape the advent of the mussel farming industry. Mussel farmers issue statements to the effect that there is nothing to fear from the mussel farming industry, but nobody believes them. Parents desperately thrust their children on to the last Road Services bus to Oamaru, even though they, the children and the driver know there is not

one chance in a thouaanci of it getting through. All rhe while the sky darkens. Then one dreadful morning terrified glances skyward reveal a huge, black, dense, foul-smelling object, occupying that corner of the »ky normally reserved for the nor’was i arch, moving closer and closer, dropping lower and lower • . . All right, it may seem a bit fanciful now. But don’t, when it actually happens, say we didn't warn you.