Wellingtonian Doesn’t Notice How Shit Summer’s Been Because For Him It Always Is

man drinking coffee in front of rainy beehive

ROSEMARY ABBOTT | Culture 

EVERYDAY’S A PUFFER JACKET DAY

For most Kiwis, the summer of 2025 has been a washout.

Reports of torrential rain, howling winds, and barely a sliver of sunshine have dominated national headlines in New Zealand, with Cantabrians especially vocal about their disappointment. 

But for 29-year-old Wellingtonian Mick Haddock, who lives in a draughty flat in Wellington’s Aro Valley, this is just another typical January.

“I saw something on the news about Christchurch people freaking out because they only got one BBQ day this summer,” Mick says, shrugging as he pours his flat white into a chipped mug. “I was like, one? That’s luxury,” he said from his flat where it’s colder inside than it is outside.

Mick, who grew up in central Wellington and claims to have worn a puffer jacket most days in January throughout his lifetime and says he doesn’t understand the nationwide outrage. 

“You can’t be disappointed if you’ve never had expectations in the first place,” he says. “We don’t get summers here; we just get slightly warmer winters.”

My idea of summer is walking up to the Mount Victoria lookout in three layers, just grateful my beanie hasn’t been blown away. In Christchurch, they’re probably crying because their golf game got rained off. Bunch of bloody whingers”

More to come. 

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