Posts about sailing, the sea, being outside!
“Let’s take it from the golden butt chain,” Prue instructs over the intercom. I give her the thumbs up, clear my throat and begin reading. “A golden butt chain is parading mere meters away from me.” I carefully modulate my vowels and ensure the plosive sounds don’t pop. I am living my dream, reimagining the wonders of an Aruban carnival while recording Sea Fever for National Radio. Suspended...
‘What of it, if some old hunks of a sea-captain orders me to get a broom and sweep down the decks?’ Tilda Swinton whispered in my ear. What indeed? I thought as I walked up our (goat) path to the road, leaving behind my sea- captain and cabin boy. For the next 13 minutes I listened to her beautifully modulated voice read the first chapter of the magnificent,...
I recently had the privilege of being part of the Wellington on a Plate Imbibe Pecha Kucha night. I ummed and ahhhed about what to do my talk on and in the end I chose to talk about Rum, Sodomy and the Lash. Here is a link to it. You will be my amazing by new Gorman dress. Phantom pink Zebras a go go! Former Real Hot...
As part of the promotion of Sea Fever I was contacted by Martime NZ and asked if I would give an interview for there publication Safe Seas, Clean Seas. Being the promosexual and Sagittarian I am, I said yes. (I know, when would I say no? ) But this interview was one I was very happy to give. The folk from Martime NZ had our back. It...
Sea Fever gets reviewed on Beaut Commute! “She (Angela Meyer) demonstrates an extraordinary depth of positivity and good nature but also a searing honesty that shows just the right levels of vulnerability so you don’t want to throttle her for being such a perky little na-na. The blurb on the back of the book says it is like ‘Eat, Pray, Love on steroids’. Personally I think it is more...
How are you? I’m sorry it didn’t work out between us. I really am. This morning Ross and I talked about our time with you. I got all choked up while making my lunch and had to do deep calming breaths so my make-up wouldn’t run. I thought I was over you, but I guess I’m not. The thing is, I miss you. I miss your shining wood, your...
This is for all the folks who helped us. We’d like to say Gracis. Muchos Gracis, in fact we’d go so far to say muchos, muchos, gracis. You have all shown us such kindness, generosity and compassion. To Celica, thank you for keeping us from staving to death. Catching a lift with you into Riba Smith literally saved our bacon. Thank you for opening your beautiful hexagonal home to us and...
Taking a child sailing is a risky business. Death traps lurk everywhere. I won’t recount all of them as I don’t want to upset myself, but the biggest risk, the one that is always uppermost in my mind, is falling overboard and drowning in Davy Jones’ Locker. I am especially nervous about this after seeing the man with the long, tentacle beard in Pirates of theCaribbean -I still have nightmares about him. ...
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