I don't like rugby and I'm not in the slightest bit excited about the Rugby World Cup. It starts on Friday, and media frenzy is escalating by the hour. Every time you turn on the telly there's another glistening All Black striding towards the camera in slow motion. If I could be airlifted out of Auckland for the next six weeks, I'd be off in a jiffy, but as that's unlikely, I'm trying to look on the bright side. Is there a bright side? Well, the city's been tidied up in lots of nice ways. Shiny new art galleries, theatres and public waterfront areas have opened. All road works are banned while the Cup's on, and three and a half tonnes of kiwi, kowhai and pohutukawa-inspired fireworks will be lighting up the city on opening night. I discovered this photo today - it's a shot from the 1930s of rugby jerseys drying on a Wellington washing line. Seems like nothing much has changed, really!