A new article on retirement — now on Substack
I’ve published a new article reflecting on the retirement from PwC Partnership for me. And 007!
I’ve also moved my writing to Substack, where I’ll be publishing future articles.
You can read the article here
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Thanks for following along.
Stephen
A day or two after the bombing of the Greenpeace vessel Rainbow Warrior 40 years ago on 10 July 1985, I was asked to join the police investigation team to “help with exhibits”. I was a young uniformed constable and had been noticed by someone up high as I had been fortunate enough to do 3 or 4 months of “CIB Secondment”, swapping duties with a seasoned detective (who was unimpressed as I recall). During that secondment period I’d worked on the Auckland enquiries of the Wellington Trades Hall Bombing, a crime unsolved to this day (I hope it wasn’t my fault!).
I took the grand title of 2 i/c exhibits and regarded myself then (and now) as the most junior member of the 66 strong investigation team on the Rainbow Warrior investigation. Bits of sodden objects from the ship and pieces of the its hull were catalogued, labelled and logged into the Whanganui Computer’s exhibits system. All green and grey screens and moving between tabs like a 1980s game of Loadrunner. Using a computer system to log exhibits was very new, in fact it was only the second time the module had been used. We took possession of the Zodiac boat, diving tanks, and dozens of receipts for daily living found in the campervan along with hundreds of other items. Giant drying machines operated 24/7 to dry out the sea soaked items.
Somehow, when the exhibits stopped coming in and didn’t require much attention, I got to stay on with the much smaller investigation team while we refined the evidence readying it for trial, closing loose ends. I completed a tour of Northland, logging the spots in the Kaipara Harbour and further north to identify where the two agents had travelled to and taken photographs that were found in the campervan. I was fortunate to be able to board and view the ship while it was in dry dock at the Devonport Naval Base.
I marvelled at the diving gear, new and abandoned, and appeared on the front page of the New Zealand Herald with the outboard motor from the Zodiac. One of the final acts was going to court for the depositions hearings (to be held at the specially reopened old High Court building in Waterloo Quadrant) to discover at the same time as members of the public that a deal had been done for the two agents to plead guilty to manslaughter, the Crown withdrawing the murder charges laid.
I didn’t return to full time uniform duties. It was CIB from then on, and then Serious Fraud Office. Cops love to claim successful investigations (“that was my job” you’ll hear) and this was by no means mine, but it was a deep learning experience and shaped much of the investigation work I later and still do. How to manage exhibits, chain of evidence, looking at evidence dispassionately but considering context – only a civil servant would keep receipts like that for claiming it was said – which was correct of course, and what it means to turn over every stone.
As I read this blog back just now I realised I had gone back in time in my mind, with many of the details from this period as fresh today as they have always been. My purpose in this blog is to reflect on a period of learning that shaped me during a historical moment. But I have never forgotten that a man died – Fernando Pereira – who should have recently turned 75. I hope that those who cared about Fernando are at peace over this tragic event.
Stephen
Photos: Banner AFP Photo:Patrick Riviere, Outboard Stephen Drain
I’ve been fortunate to have run or walk over the Auckland Harbour Bridge quite a few times. If you complete five of either the Marathon or Half Marathon in the Auckland Marathon you can become a “Roadster” with your own permanent number. I got mine quite a few years ago when I was running marathons, and although I stopped running back in 2016, I still get to use the number (and the creds that go with it!), for a walk of the half marathon.
I’d last done it in January 2022 which was technically the 2021 event, delayed from the Covid Lockdown. Once again it was on my own this time. A little over 3 hours, stopping only briefly for shoelaces and a toilet stop, for some reason it didn’t feel too hard actually (the days after were another story – see below). We know that athletes (I mean real ones, not Sunday strollers like me) step up on the day and create results at big occasions they couldn’t do in training. Maybe it’s the stopping at lights, or just the general lack of vibe, but I really struggle to get my walking pace below 10 mins/km.
But halfway into the “half” I’m sitting below nine. Somehow. I’m still not really sure how, but there’s definitely something for me about stepping up on the day, no actual pressure, focussing, and micro competitions with those around me (including slow runners!). Then realising that I was heading for a personal walking best of the half there was no stopping me.
No, I didn’t retain the sub 9 minutes for all the distance (see below), but it felt great.
Part of my journey to be able to finish a semi-decent Sunday walk has been post 2020 surgery on my leg and then getting a involved in Sarcoma support through the Sarcoma Foundation NZ, so I’m looking forward to another (much shorter) Sunday walk at Round the Bays in March. You should think about coming along if you’re in Tamaki Makaurau.
About that blister: I put some heavy bandaids on on bits of my feet, but missed the ball of my right foot! Ouch! But it’s nearly right, although taping and soft shoes have been required.
Relax, flow, edge, some pain, enjoy. All the leadership you need on a Sunday Walk.
Stephen
When I travelled in my Fiat 125 from Christchurch to my new home in Dunedin as a newly minted Police Constable in the early 1980s, it was the beginning of life long affection for the Edinburgh of the south. Three of us new Constables got “posted” to Dunedin after a year as a police cadet.
One of my colleagues then is still one of my best friends (top 2 rating!) and we flatted for the first few weeks in his mother’s house while she was visiting family in The Netherlands. Then it was boarding with Mrs Martin, who was a regular landlady for new police officers in the southern city. Only downside was the Saturday cook-up of tripe. But she understood nightshift and the need to sleep during the day.
When I walked up George Street on a crisp evening recently I stopped at 521 – a historic home – where I rented a studio apartment from a local biology professor after Mrs Martin. The home was beautiful and he had divided it into charming apartments whilst keeping the structural design including an elegant ballroom, for common use (although it seemed too good to hang around in for some reason). It’s looking a bit unloved and appears to still be in several flats.
The next morning we spend half a day with a great group of leaders who we’ve been working with for the last few months – developing a new and authentic leadership for the individuals and company. We’ve had story-telling, 360s, a psychometric assessment, and lots of small group work and feedback. Today was about OBT – the one big thing that the leaders have honed to the leadership development opportunity that is going to make the most difference. Something new to work on.
As I walked past the old police station on my evening’s walk – now returned to its former glory as offices, I was struck by how fabulous the city looked. Clean, accessible, and stunning architecture, much of it restored. A new precinct in the main street George St – the retail quarter – has a modern pedestrian and two wheeled zone. And grown up playground equipment. Love it!
Some of our leaders are focussing on bring the right attitude to work – bringing joy and positivity to a world that, right now, can feel pretty tough. Not in a “smile and it will be all good” way, but in an authentic and empowering way that builds trust and working together with care.
I sent some of my photos of the evening’s walk to my friend and former police colleague, now resident in Melbourne for many years. He still has connections to Dunedin – a brother who lives next door to his late mother’s house – where my journey started.
His text back to me read “Dunedin is looking exotic and prosperous. And clean”. I agree.
And fun too – that seesaw is a must try!
Stephen
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