A unskinny mirror, fluro lights, white goose pimply flesh, a tear-stained face, unhelpful assistants, destroyed soul, yep you guessed it I went tog shopping. I love lycra. I have loved it since I saw Effie on Aerobics Oz style doing low impact lunges in a high impact cutaway tard. I love it so much I spend every Saturday afternoon encased in it. My most treasured belongings are my custom-made snake-skin unitard, my ‘sculptured to my body’...
They have arrived !! The courtesy flags have arrived! This adventure just got a little more real. Twelve 30x60cms rectangles of printed and stitched canvas, more real. The brilliant red of Tonga, the crinkly stars of OZ, the positively Darwinian hues of the Galapagos, are all worthy of adulation but my favorite is the banana yellow of Niue complete with the circle of black vivid that some el cheapo has drawn...
Hands up if you can speak another language? Now hands up if you can REALLY speak another language? I ask because a couple of days ago my colleague and I were flexing our linguistic muscles as we hunched over the 5 minute quiz in the Dom Post. Question three presented the perfect opportunity to put my four ever French lessons into action. ‘What would a Tricoteuse being doing at an execution?’ It...
I finally, after five and half years of running a dance troupe I have managed to choreograph a song mostly on my own! Boom. I hit it hard. So hard I have a bruise to prove it. In a departure from the 80′s and in a return to the core ethos of Bitchin.. ie leaving no dance stone unturned I choose, bitch by default, Peaches. She spoke to me. Her electropop beats have got me...
It all began in standard four with the Our Lady of Lourdes cross country. I was 10, it was raining and the course was around the soggy back field. I was hooked. Cross country running was ace. No nasty sprints where the long legged redhead could streak past me, no compulsory rompers, no embarrassing bar moments on the high jump, no having to do chest passes. Just me, the field and...
Earthquakes, floods, shootings, vomiting, 2011 could rival a chapter in revelations for the drama and intrigue. In fact I reckon those doomsday cults in the US who have predicted that the world is going to be in 2012 might be on to something. Even more reason to be going sailing. Or is it? As a worst case scenarioist I spend a lot of time planning what I would do in various potentially dangerous...
Imagine being in a boxing ring with no opponent. There you are punching the air, swinging at shadows, motivating yourself, getting all the glory. Now imagine being in a boxing ring with two people, punches coming from the left, jabs from the right, you’re wishing you had eyes in the back of your head, there is no time to relax, you are constantly on guard, never knowing when you might get KOed. Adventuring...
Okay guys we are after a new name for our yacht. Vote now! I asked my face book buddies for some ideas and below is a selection of the greatest hits.
On the off chance that anyone reads this blog, and in the even more unlikely event that you are wondering what our new home looks like, this is the new yacht. Her name, is…. wait for it…. Summertime! As you can see she is rough. Check out all the ropes though. Not going be short of things too tie things up with. Luckily I have been practising me bowline. Arhhhh. . This is the...
Okay team, we need to sell our yacht Astra. NOW. She is a beauty. A true beauty. This is what we say about her. Astra is a well-found wooden sailing yacht with exceptional sea keeping capabilities. She has been sailed solo in a circumnavigation of the New Zealand Islands, spending a month cruising the Fiords encountering all types of weather conditions along the way. Her home waters are the...
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