“Woah these South American men are game!” I thought as a handsome stranger waltzed up to me and gave me flowers. It wasn’t ‘impulse’, I hadn’t used deodorant in weeks, it was hardly my glamorous composure; I was busy hauling my trantruming one year old son up of the cobbles, and this guy was ‘game’ as I was standing next to the only other gringo in town – my...
I’m a bit rough around the edges today after drinking this last night …. nothing a bowl of chips and imagining these on my feet can’t cure! Cloud & Rainbow shoe, 1979 Designed and made by Thea Cadabra, who was taught by a Turkish shoemaker in London. She used to make fantasy shoes for herself until other people asked her to make shoes for them Photograph: The Shoe Collection,...
Phew! It’s been a busy week; with a triumphant return to my home town, running into Mrs Ward (my former English teacher) and my father losing my son I’ve barely had time to breathe. Yes, you read that correctly my father lost my son, in the Plaza in Palmerston North. On Saturday I was sitting on the porch, musing how lovely it was that Dad and Dash were out...
Back in the 70s, author Tom Wolfe used the term ‘Post-Orbital Remorse’ to describe the depression experienced by astronauts returning from space missions. I haven’t been to space, BUT having recently returned from a 6-month adventure through The Americas (North and South), I’ve found myself suffering from something similar. I call it Post Travel Depression, or PTD, and it’s certainly not a condition experienced solely by me....
“The book’s strengths are in Angela’s swaggering tone (inherent from her Real Hot Bitches days) and her brutal honesty. She’s willing to label parental instincts as a large part paranoia: ”As soon as Dash sees land he brightens and no longer has to be glued to my knee”. She is upfront that she’s heavily invested in the superficial outcomes of their outdoors lifestyle: “…the fact of the matter is my personal goal,...
Do you have a need to shake your money maker? I know I do. It is wet and cold and I wanna DANCE. So if I organised a lunchtime disco would you come and dance with me? I am thinking a Wednesday, some sweet tunes. Bring your sammies and Dance. Let me know.
It is that time of year when colds and flu fell ordinarily robust humans, a time when bacteria the bigger than your hand attacks! Thank goodness the health and safety standards of City Gallery are high. Yesterday I received keyboard wipes! No more will my hands be attacked.
I got to play favorites with Kim Hill. I was so nervous about it I didn’t even drink at my own book launch. You see I once asked her, on air “how many dates have you been on Kim?” I was sure she was going to stick it to me. Check out this image, a stairway of piano keys leading to ….. a PIANO. It’s in the sound engineer’s...
“You a Feminist or something?” I drunk guy walking down Lambton Quay called out the other evening as I was coming home from work. I’d rebuffed his grotty beery advances. What is going on here? Is being a feminist a derogatory term? Good question. A very good question. Hands up if you’ve read Caitlin Moran’s How to be a Women? Well I can’t see your hands ‘cos this is...
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