'“Housie, Housie, Housie!” said the wording on the poster as I walked by one of the shops in Reefton. I imagined it shouted in a similar manner as ‘roll up, roll up, get ya fresh apples ‘ere!’ in a London market, and I had no idea what it meant. It was some kind of event on a Wednesday night at The Club (Reefton Workingmens Club) and I’d never been. Tha…
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