Oturehua   is no place to gawp. Celebrities don’t stop here to shop hence there’s no paparazzi, and tinsel’s short-lived though jazzy in a nor’wester.   The glamour’s in the land and skies and what they nourish within. The real troubadours are wind and water and sunshine and the brilliance of the starlight.   You’ll not find beggars or buskers here, and if you’re wanting botoxing you’ll be shit out of luck unless a bit of filler from the garage   would do. But they don’t do re-bores anymore, and most of the servicing is left to Barry’s bulls and…