Too many Wellingtonians are reacting like humourless bores to the plan to erect a Wellywood sign at the entrance to Miramar.
Come on folks, don’t be so meanspirited!
Think what Peter Jackson, Richard Taylor and their team of filmic visionaries have done for our city.
Think about the loyalty shown by Jackson in insisting that Hollywood must come to his suburb, thus singlehandedly transforming Miramar into the world’s most unlikely movie mecca.
Think about the marketing value of crystallising that status into one whimsical word, and displaying that word to visitors.
Most of all, let’s show our fellow Kiwis that the wind hasn’t blown away our sense of humour.
I struck the same attitude when, in a letter to the editor, I christened our cosy little stadium the Cake Tin. What a fuss that still causes.
But as I pointed out then, this is a city where a Parliament building is called the Beehive, the cricket ground the Basin, and an old toilet block (now a Welsh restaurant) was known by all as the Taj Mahal.
In other words, quirky nicknames are part of our heritage. So let’s build on the tradition!
I hope Kerry Prendergast has the good sense to show leadership on this issue and override the kneejerk blurtings of the curmudgeons.