Squash’d

We first heard of Susan Devoy almost exactly two years ago because her name adorned one of the rooms in the funky hotel we were staying at.

Last week we found her handprints in a little walk of fame that languishes behind a not very successful shopping centre that was redeveloped from its previous life as a train depot.

The relatively high likelihood of running into commemorative tributes — that’s tributes plural as in more than one, and in different cities — to a lady squash player is one of New Zealand’s many endearing absurdities.