So...you get the gist...and it was really funny/witty/urbane...arse.
I'll give you a summary in bullet points and write a better one next week, honest.
- I am not dead/ill/traumatised in any way, just lazy/busy.
- Our washing machine broke, but we bought a new one. And now I keep getting that very strange Kate Bush washing machine song in my head. We had to cut away part of a door architrave to get it to fit - annoying.
- I chopped down a tree in the front yard because it had fallen over.
- Gert tried to choke herself on a piece of chopped down tree wood. She's fine but had to have 2 antibiotic jabs.
- Gert's disgusting ear scab/growth is being surgically removed on April 21st.
- Tennis ball chuckers are great - every home should have one.
- The weather here is getting quite wintery - mainly wet, cold & windy.
- Luckily I have a new Drizabone raincoat, so I don't care. ($100 off in a sale)
- We have mice, but I've caught 2 of them in my brand new humane mousetrap & relocated them behind the church hall at the end of the road. Jo thinks I am a soft git for buying a humane trap.
- I have been busily writing my Ancient Egyptian Archaeology course, but am already a week behind schedule (I've only been working on it for 3 weeks).
- If anything dramatic/traumatic did happen to me, rest assured Jo would let you know.
- I went to a Gay Ex-Pats club & spent the entire evening talking to a bloke from New Zealand. It was crap.
- Our pub quiz has disappeared, which sucks.
- I am now working 3 mornings a week at the Drama School cafe.
- I have got a Kiwi hooked on 'Heat' magazine, which is bad as it costs $9 over here. But its nice to know what Kerry Katona is up to.
- I'm getting my bi-annual haircut tomorrow.
- I'm listening to the Martha Wainwright album, supposedly one of the albums of 2005 but I'm not so sure.
- Jo is trying to teach Gert to play dead. I am trying to encourage the use of the command word "blam!" with matching gunfire hand actions.
that should keep you going for a couple of days at least...
Adios!
S
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
Friday, January 20, 2006
We made it out alive!
I feel it is my duty as an ex-pat to flaunt my sunny Christmas by letting you all know that I did indeed manage to get myself sunburnt on Boxing Day. I'm not sure how because I did go through the ritual of dunking myself in enough factor 30 sunscreen to cover an entire British summer, but guess that's just the way it is...
If it's any consolation Jo & I will miss the best of summer over here by coming over to Finland/UK and freezing our butts off. Great.
Back to Christmas/New Year - we arrived at Jo's folks place at Waikanae on Christmas Eve all ready for a few days of R&R, dog in tow (who Len had very kindly built a rather fabulous kennel for - it even has her name on it), and proceeded to raucously celebrate pre-Christmas with much alcohol and a surprisingly vocal game of Scrabble. Jo & I had brought our tent as we realised that if we were planning to go camping over New Year then we should check that it was still in one piece and, sensibly, had put it up before we began our Scrabble frenzy. So off we staggered, clutching torches, into the pitch blackness of the back garden (sending the dog off to her new kennel for the night), and crashed out. Not for long though, for mysterious snuffling noises awoke me from my slumber. Feeling courageous I flamboyantly unzipped the sleeping section of the tent (our tent is really quite roomy) to find out what kind of beastie had dared to sneak into the entrance bit only to find myself up close & personal with Gertie's nose. She'd figured out that she could easily crawl under the flysheet and was making a valiant effort to claw her way through the inner tent to get to us. Jo was adamant that Gert shouldn't be allowed in the sleeping bit with us, but seeing as there was sod all we could do to make her go into the kennel, she spent the rest of the night sleeping in the central part of the tent, stretching the inner liner as far as she could in an attempt to be as close to us as possible. Considering how knackered she was the next day I'm guessing it wasn't the best night's sleep she'd ever had. In fact, Jo's grandad spent most of the day suggesting that there was something wrong with our dog seeing as she was practically comatose.
The rest of Christmas passed without anything significant happening and we headed back to Wellington so that Jo could savour the delights of work before we went a-camping for the New Year. Which would have been great if we hadn't arrived back at Green Street and realised that we'd left our house keys at Waikanae...luckily we had the spare keys for Jo's folk's place and were able to hide out there until Amy returned to town.
Thus, on Friday 30th Jan we found ourselves once more heading north (stopping briefly at Waikanae to leave Gert with Jo's folks) to the heady delights of Vinegar Hill's annual New Year gay extravaganza - woo hoo! Now I really do not have the energy to go into any gory detail about Vinegar Hill, so I shall summarise our trip in a series of bullet points.
. It is not advisable to camp in close vicinity to the campsite's giant bonfire - people/cars/tents all end up with a slightly updated Pompeii theme
. Really good earplugs = essential
. if entertainment is voluntary/free expect little in terms of quality, but the predictable in terms of range ie. drag queen, lesbian singer/songwriter guitarist (even the 'love' songs were depressing), drag queen, buttocks & boobs, elderly drag queen, drag king, Guns 'N Roses karaoke, drag queen, disco (Hi-NRG/Euro).
. if entertainment is voluntary & gathered from a pool of about 500 people expect the worst. You won't be disappointed.
. Bring your own teabags
. Don't drink the majority of your booze on the first night, despite the temptation/feelings of desperation
. Kiwi lesbian campers (I can't comment on the blokes for obvious reasons) seem to have very low squeamishness thresholds when it comes to campsite toilets
. they also seem to have a very low cold temperature tolerance when it comes to river swimming
. Jo is very very good at hitting leaves with pebbles in fast flowing water
. Glow worms are very pretty
. Kiwi lesbians seem afraid of London S&M ladies (clearly not versed in the old 'just maintain a disinterested eye-contact & keep walking/smile politely and decline' protocol)
. People who park their motorcycles right outside my tent and then decide to start them up at 4am are wankers
. Repeatedly playing 'Push the Button' by the Sugarbabes doesn't make it any less crap
So, having realised that 3 days was our limit, we headed back to Waikanae to collect Gert and then back to Wellington. Upon our return to Green Street this time we noticed that one of our living room front windows had fallen out, frame and all. Luckily no one else seemed to have noticed and everything was intact, and lucky we came back that day because the overnight weather was a shocker and would have wrecked the downstairs of the house if we hadn't boarded it up. Well, if we hadn't asked the bloke next door to do it for us and paid him in beer. Just to confirm our weather worries one of the neighbour's windows went kablooey too.
Since then we've been pootling around the house making the place look half-way decent, drove to Auckland & back to attend a wedding party (great party, bloody long drive), Gertie passed her puppy school grading with flying colours (and has since been a pain in the arse - we are still working on getting her come back everytime she's called rather than just wehn she feels like it), and we've just had a long weekend in celebration of Wellington Day (?). We hightailed it out of town, but there was some extreme sports BMX/skateboard thingy on in the city for the young folk. I noticed them building the ramps etc for it as I cycled past on the way to the gym last Friday, but thought I'd best leave it to the professionals.
Only 3 weeks until we hit Europe now. Scary. But hopefully I'll get back in the blogging zone and be ready for some more Monday updates.
Adios!
If it's any consolation Jo & I will miss the best of summer over here by coming over to Finland/UK and freezing our butts off. Great.
Back to Christmas/New Year - we arrived at Jo's folks place at Waikanae on Christmas Eve all ready for a few days of R&R, dog in tow (who Len had very kindly built a rather fabulous kennel for - it even has her name on it), and proceeded to raucously celebrate pre-Christmas with much alcohol and a surprisingly vocal game of Scrabble. Jo & I had brought our tent as we realised that if we were planning to go camping over New Year then we should check that it was still in one piece and, sensibly, had put it up before we began our Scrabble frenzy. So off we staggered, clutching torches, into the pitch blackness of the back garden (sending the dog off to her new kennel for the night), and crashed out. Not for long though, for mysterious snuffling noises awoke me from my slumber. Feeling courageous I flamboyantly unzipped the sleeping section of the tent (our tent is really quite roomy) to find out what kind of beastie had dared to sneak into the entrance bit only to find myself up close & personal with Gertie's nose. She'd figured out that she could easily crawl under the flysheet and was making a valiant effort to claw her way through the inner tent to get to us. Jo was adamant that Gert shouldn't be allowed in the sleeping bit with us, but seeing as there was sod all we could do to make her go into the kennel, she spent the rest of the night sleeping in the central part of the tent, stretching the inner liner as far as she could in an attempt to be as close to us as possible. Considering how knackered she was the next day I'm guessing it wasn't the best night's sleep she'd ever had. In fact, Jo's grandad spent most of the day suggesting that there was something wrong with our dog seeing as she was practically comatose.
The rest of Christmas passed without anything significant happening and we headed back to Wellington so that Jo could savour the delights of work before we went a-camping for the New Year. Which would have been great if we hadn't arrived back at Green Street and realised that we'd left our house keys at Waikanae...luckily we had the spare keys for Jo's folk's place and were able to hide out there until Amy returned to town.
Thus, on Friday 30th Jan we found ourselves once more heading north (stopping briefly at Waikanae to leave Gert with Jo's folks) to the heady delights of Vinegar Hill's annual New Year gay extravaganza - woo hoo! Now I really do not have the energy to go into any gory detail about Vinegar Hill, so I shall summarise our trip in a series of bullet points.
. It is not advisable to camp in close vicinity to the campsite's giant bonfire - people/cars/tents all end up with a slightly updated Pompeii theme
. Really good earplugs = essential
. if entertainment is voluntary/free expect little in terms of quality, but the predictable in terms of range ie. drag queen, lesbian singer/songwriter guitarist (even the 'love' songs were depressing), drag queen, buttocks & boobs, elderly drag queen, drag king, Guns 'N Roses karaoke, drag queen, disco (Hi-NRG/Euro).
. if entertainment is voluntary & gathered from a pool of about 500 people expect the worst. You won't be disappointed.
. Bring your own teabags
. Don't drink the majority of your booze on the first night, despite the temptation/feelings of desperation
. Kiwi lesbian campers (I can't comment on the blokes for obvious reasons) seem to have very low squeamishness thresholds when it comes to campsite toilets
. they also seem to have a very low cold temperature tolerance when it comes to river swimming
. Jo is very very good at hitting leaves with pebbles in fast flowing water
. Glow worms are very pretty
. Kiwi lesbians seem afraid of London S&M ladies (clearly not versed in the old 'just maintain a disinterested eye-contact & keep walking/smile politely and decline' protocol)
. People who park their motorcycles right outside my tent and then decide to start them up at 4am are wankers
. Repeatedly playing 'Push the Button' by the Sugarbabes doesn't make it any less crap
So, having realised that 3 days was our limit, we headed back to Waikanae to collect Gert and then back to Wellington. Upon our return to Green Street this time we noticed that one of our living room front windows had fallen out, frame and all. Luckily no one else seemed to have noticed and everything was intact, and lucky we came back that day because the overnight weather was a shocker and would have wrecked the downstairs of the house if we hadn't boarded it up. Well, if we hadn't asked the bloke next door to do it for us and paid him in beer. Just to confirm our weather worries one of the neighbour's windows went kablooey too.
Since then we've been pootling around the house making the place look half-way decent, drove to Auckland & back to attend a wedding party (great party, bloody long drive), Gertie passed her puppy school grading with flying colours (and has since been a pain in the arse - we are still working on getting her come back everytime she's called rather than just wehn she feels like it), and we've just had a long weekend in celebration of Wellington Day (?). We hightailed it out of town, but there was some extreme sports BMX/skateboard thingy on in the city for the young folk. I noticed them building the ramps etc for it as I cycled past on the way to the gym last Friday, but thought I'd best leave it to the professionals.
Only 3 weeks until we hit Europe now. Scary. But hopefully I'll get back in the blogging zone and be ready for some more Monday updates.
Adios!
Thursday, December 22, 2005
Surely it can't be Christmas already?
Well Jesus, Mary & Joseph - it's Christmas already!
Firstly a combined thank you and humble apologies. Thank you to those of you who sent us Christmas cards (& presents), you will be heartened to know that you made me cry...thus ruining my image as the cool & sophisticated urbanite that I am...and sincere apologies to those who will not be getting a Christmas card from us. There is a reason for this though, and the reason is that I am horribly disorganised. And you would be shocked at the extortionate prices they charge over here to post stuff at Christmas - it's about $6 for a card and postage to the UK - and I am skint 'cos I am too slack to work. Actually the not working thing is starting to seriously irritate me, but I shall not ruin your reading pleasure by whinging on about how terrible it is to be a kept woman. I'll save that for the New Year. So, executive decision: rather than spending loads on christmas cards etc etc, we will focus instead on birthdays. How's that sound? Wouldn't you much rather get something pointless and lightweight (under 2kg or it costs loads to post) on your special day?
Speaking of special days, and before I forget, Jo & I have some exciting news on the coming to Europe front. Yes, we've actually booked our flights. We will be arriving in Finland in time to attend Sini & Ali's nuptials (hmmm, jet-lag & vodka, should be interesting), and from there it's just a quick hop, step & a jump to London on 18th February 2006. Jo will probably only be able to stay in the UK for a week, seeing as she has a job and all, but I'll probably stay for a couple - so start booking me into your diaries now...and remember I can easily be bought by promises of food/alcohol/weeping & tales of how much you've missed me...Hopefully the south east London menagerie (consisting of Maija, Jan, Catherine & Vicky H) will be happy to share me like the cheap floozy I am, but I am hoping that I'll get to spend at least one or two drunken evenings with everyone. I'm trying to act all cool about it, otherwise I'll make a pillock of myself as soon as I see you guys. No doubt you will soon be receiving grovelling emails asking if we can stay at your place.
So, Christmas in NZ? It is sunny, and it doesn't feel like Christmas. At all. I suppose for me Christmas is all about it being cold & miserable, very dubious television programmes, Christmas lights & heinous music, Eastenders and scoffing way too much food off a giant plate waiting about 3 hours and eating way too much of the same food (only cold with branston pickle) and drinking alot. And mince pies. So far Christmas in NZ has been none of the above, but it would be very weird if it was considering we are in the middle of summer - but I am pretty sure I can maintain the traditional consumption of enough food & wine for a small family by myself, so all is not lost. And I think Jo's dad has some Branston pickle stashed somewhere. Hurrah!
As for news of me over the last couple of weeks, not a great deal to report. I've been trying to learn my road code so I can get a learner's licence and start terrorising the locals with my driving skills - might even try to get it tomorrow so I can cause the traditional Christmas row by having a driving lesson during the festive season. Amy was on the radio this morning reading a Christmas short story (v. weird hearing someone you know on the radio doing acting & stuff), the dog is growing quite rapidly and getting very bouncy indeed, and we're off to a gay campsite for New Year. I can't wait to get back and blog that! Some have suggested it may cause emotional distress, but I reckon I must have seen worse at Pride, surely? Expect tales of my steely death stare and Jo's repetition of the phrase "there's just no need for that".
Well, ho ho ho...
MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL OF YOU, DEAR READERS...like the sarcasm?
Wish you were here - maybe next year, eh?
lots of love
S & J (& G)
Firstly a combined thank you and humble apologies. Thank you to those of you who sent us Christmas cards (& presents), you will be heartened to know that you made me cry...thus ruining my image as the cool & sophisticated urbanite that I am...and sincere apologies to those who will not be getting a Christmas card from us. There is a reason for this though, and the reason is that I am horribly disorganised. And you would be shocked at the extortionate prices they charge over here to post stuff at Christmas - it's about $6 for a card and postage to the UK - and I am skint 'cos I am too slack to work. Actually the not working thing is starting to seriously irritate me, but I shall not ruin your reading pleasure by whinging on about how terrible it is to be a kept woman. I'll save that for the New Year. So, executive decision: rather than spending loads on christmas cards etc etc, we will focus instead on birthdays. How's that sound? Wouldn't you much rather get something pointless and lightweight (under 2kg or it costs loads to post) on your special day?
Speaking of special days, and before I forget, Jo & I have some exciting news on the coming to Europe front. Yes, we've actually booked our flights. We will be arriving in Finland in time to attend Sini & Ali's nuptials (hmmm, jet-lag & vodka, should be interesting), and from there it's just a quick hop, step & a jump to London on 18th February 2006. Jo will probably only be able to stay in the UK for a week, seeing as she has a job and all, but I'll probably stay for a couple - so start booking me into your diaries now...and remember I can easily be bought by promises of food/alcohol/weeping & tales of how much you've missed me...Hopefully the south east London menagerie (consisting of Maija, Jan, Catherine & Vicky H) will be happy to share me like the cheap floozy I am, but I am hoping that I'll get to spend at least one or two drunken evenings with everyone. I'm trying to act all cool about it, otherwise I'll make a pillock of myself as soon as I see you guys. No doubt you will soon be receiving grovelling emails asking if we can stay at your place.
So, Christmas in NZ? It is sunny, and it doesn't feel like Christmas. At all. I suppose for me Christmas is all about it being cold & miserable, very dubious television programmes, Christmas lights & heinous music, Eastenders and scoffing way too much food off a giant plate waiting about 3 hours and eating way too much of the same food (only cold with branston pickle) and drinking alot. And mince pies. So far Christmas in NZ has been none of the above, but it would be very weird if it was considering we are in the middle of summer - but I am pretty sure I can maintain the traditional consumption of enough food & wine for a small family by myself, so all is not lost. And I think Jo's dad has some Branston pickle stashed somewhere. Hurrah!
As for news of me over the last couple of weeks, not a great deal to report. I've been trying to learn my road code so I can get a learner's licence and start terrorising the locals with my driving skills - might even try to get it tomorrow so I can cause the traditional Christmas row by having a driving lesson during the festive season. Amy was on the radio this morning reading a Christmas short story (v. weird hearing someone you know on the radio doing acting & stuff), the dog is growing quite rapidly and getting very bouncy indeed, and we're off to a gay campsite for New Year. I can't wait to get back and blog that! Some have suggested it may cause emotional distress, but I reckon I must have seen worse at Pride, surely? Expect tales of my steely death stare and Jo's repetition of the phrase "there's just no need for that".
Well, ho ho ho...
MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL OF YOU, DEAR READERS...like the sarcasm?
Wish you were here - maybe next year, eh?
lots of love
S & J (& G)
Thursday, December 08, 2005
Sneaky
I've just finished writing an entry I started on 4th Dec, so it's hidden back down the list. You might want to have a look.
S
S
Tuesday, December 06, 2005
FYI...
Just to let you know that there are some very good bargain London to NZ flights around at the moment (mainly for next year...so if you fancy a sunny January?)
hint hint...
hint hint...
Monday, December 05, 2005
A photo of our dog...
Now that I have finally figured out how to add photos!!!!! The first one was taken the day we brought her home & the second one was taken this lunchtime.
S
Sunday, December 04, 2005
By gum we've been busy!
Ha ha haaaa! Just making myself laugh by accidentally writing 'busty' instead of busy in the title...if only...
Anyway, there is a reasonably good excuse for this blog being late. And that reason is that I've been busy. Busy with activities as far ranging as attending wine festivals and doing incredibly long bike rides.
Wine festivals are pretty self-explanatory, so I'm not going to go into too much detail here except to say that if you ever get the chance to attend Taste Martinborough you should go. The highlight of the day for me was Jo applying her dog training techniques on a very drunk Australian by repeatedly telling him to 'sit & stay' (it didn't work though and he was eventually wrestled into his seat by a Kiwi woman). So I shall instead give you a fascinating summary of our weekend at the Lake Taupo Cycle Challenge.
We, that is Jo, Harriet and I, had cleverly decided to avoid the worst of the traffic by leaving Wellington at 4pm, and this plan would have worked brilliantly if it wasn't for the ludicrous traffic jam we encountered about 20 mins outside of the city. A traffic jam that saw us travel about 50km in 2 hours. The rest of the journey was fairly uneventful, alot of it goes along a very dull road called 'The Desert Road' even though it isn't in a desert, just a very boring flat plain, and through a variety of non-descript towns. The most interesting town was a place called 'Bulls' (why?) and that was only interesting because of it's 'amusing' habit of trying to put dodgy puns on as many buildings as possible eg the local medical centre was 'cure-a-bull', the pc shop was 'comput-a-bull' etc etc, whilst the dullest place was Levin. It's so dull I can't even think of anything to say about it. Oh yeah, the petrol station toilet had no loo paper. Fascinating, huh?
Eventually we reached Tuarangi, having enjoyed a rather lovely view of the big volcanoes on the way, and tried to follow Rachel's directions to the place where we were staying. This was somewhat hampered by Harriet's decision not to bring a road map with us and our decision to call Rachel to get a better idea of where we were going only to find that she'd managed to go 150 or so km off course, so eventually we gave up and headed to another petrol station to consult their maps and sample some of their finest crapola food.
We got to our destination, a weekend place kindly loaned to us by the parents of one of Rachel's friends, at about 10pm and I proceeded to commandeer the largest room (with ensuite no less) for Jo & I. I also needed to have a quick practice at riding Harriet's bike as it had those funny clip pedals, you know the ones where you attach your shoes to the pedal like skis, but having fallen spectacularly on my arse several times in quick succession I decided against using them and vowed to wear normal trainers. My falling off shame has been lessened by Harriet informing me yesterday that she did exactly the same thing last Saturday, except that she was at a set of traffic lights in town and her humiliation was compounded by having many more witnesses. Karmic retribution for laughing at me, I'd like to think. Anyway, after that little debarcle, we took ourselves away to bed in readiness for a 5.00am wake-up so that we'd be able to register and drop off our bikes by 7am.
So, fortified with 5 hours sleep and a bowl of porridge, we headed off to Taupo 40km down the road. We registered and dropped the bikes off about 30 seconds before the deadline and then realised we had sod all to do until our respective stages of the ride. I was signed up for the 2nd stage and Harriet for the 3rd, whilst Rachel & her mate Amy had 4th & 1st respectively. Once Rachel realised this (and the fact that her changeover point was about 500m from the house we were staying in) she dropped off Amy and went back home where she proceeded to go back to bed until 12.30pm! Jammy wee bastard. By this point, about 8am, I had gone to get on the bus that would deliver me to my changeover point 40km down the road. I feel it is sensible to point out that the NZ weather had decided that it would turn f******g freezing and with a slight drizzle.
My bus trip was uneventful except for the realisation that I hadn't actually met Amy (who I had to swap the tracking/competition timer ankleband thingy with) as Rachel and she had arrived after we'd gone to bed and we'd left before them in the morning. Bugger. Luckily Jo, being the only sentient one in our group, had realised this and given her a description of me and shown her a photo. We arrived at the changeover point at 9am and I proceeded to wait for Amy to arrive...thanks to the persistant drizzle and chill breeze I was forced to put on every item of clothing I had with me and by the time she arrived at 10.45am I was wearing the following couture combo - red nike trainers, powder blue 3/4 running leggings, greenish/sludge hiking shorts, red t-shirt, blue fleece, orange waterproof jacket, red woolly hat & a bike helmet. God, I was gorgeous. After an emotional changeover (I was immeasurably relieved by the fact that I could start moving and stave off hypothermia, not to mention get away from the 60-something bloke who was having a conversation about chafing and his lack of undercrackers), I began the long slow slog to meet Harriet at the 2nd changeover.
Interesting aside - why is it that you only hear the conversations about the 1st & 2nd stages being by far the hardest after the 2nd stage? Basically it was 2 hours of pedalling up and down hills in the rain, with a headwind. The only thing that motivated me was the unspoken competition between me & some of the larger participants - I would overtake them on the way up a hill only to have them sail past by sheer force of volume and gravity on the downhill. It's really aggravating, but I'm pretty sure it was mutual. As mentioned, stage 2 is the hilly part. Imagine cycling up and down Camberwell Grove for 2 hours, or Mount Pleasant for those more familiar with Liverpool, or Mount Pleasant for those more familiar with Tunbridge Wells, or anywhere bloody hilly...like Switzerland. By the time I met up with Harriet I was ready for a nice sit down, so I trudged off to the free bus that would transport me back to the start where I would meet up with Jo & Amy. I decided I would send Jo a text message informing her that I was on my way and proceeded to scoff the contents of the handy bag o'treats they give you for being stupid enough to take part (coincidence that the last time I got one of these was when I ran the marathon? I think not, they are clearly an indicator of foolish levels of physical activity) ie, a banana, a snickers bar & a bag of 'healthy' crisps. Jo very kindly bought me a coffee in anticipation of my arrival back at the beginning, alas she didn't anticipate that the bus trip would take an hour and a quarter. I drank it anyway.
Not long after we convened back at the start we got a text from Harriet saying that she had finished her stage and was heading back up the road to the house (seeing as she was only 500m or so away), but that there was no point in us driving all the way back until Rachel finished the last leg as we'd only have to come back in and pick her up anyway. So we went to the supermarket and bought booze & pizza making ingredients for the night ahead and then went and spent our free food vouchers (for being stupid enough to take part) on very messy roast beef sandwiches and sausages. Rachel mentioned afterwards how heartened she was by our rousing celebration of her crossing the finish line and I am afraid that, yes, I did burst her bubble by informing her that our delight at seeing her was mainly inspired by the fact that it meant we could go home and have a hot shower. Jo wins the prize for longest suffering though having spent approximately 10 hours doing nowt but wait for us lot.
Not much else to report - went back to the house, had a shower, Jo went to bed and slept until 9pm, made pizza (well, I oversaw rather than made), only managed 1 bottle of wine between 5 of us, crashed out. Harriet is now trying to persuade me to do the Coast to Coast in 2007, or at the very least a triathalon. I am resolute in my refusal to humour her, though I might have a crisis when my 40th is approaching and crack. I'll let you know...
S
Anyway, there is a reasonably good excuse for this blog being late. And that reason is that I've been busy. Busy with activities as far ranging as attending wine festivals and doing incredibly long bike rides.
Wine festivals are pretty self-explanatory, so I'm not going to go into too much detail here except to say that if you ever get the chance to attend Taste Martinborough you should go. The highlight of the day for me was Jo applying her dog training techniques on a very drunk Australian by repeatedly telling him to 'sit & stay' (it didn't work though and he was eventually wrestled into his seat by a Kiwi woman). So I shall instead give you a fascinating summary of our weekend at the Lake Taupo Cycle Challenge.
We, that is Jo, Harriet and I, had cleverly decided to avoid the worst of the traffic by leaving Wellington at 4pm, and this plan would have worked brilliantly if it wasn't for the ludicrous traffic jam we encountered about 20 mins outside of the city. A traffic jam that saw us travel about 50km in 2 hours. The rest of the journey was fairly uneventful, alot of it goes along a very dull road called 'The Desert Road' even though it isn't in a desert, just a very boring flat plain, and through a variety of non-descript towns. The most interesting town was a place called 'Bulls' (why?) and that was only interesting because of it's 'amusing' habit of trying to put dodgy puns on as many buildings as possible eg the local medical centre was 'cure-a-bull', the pc shop was 'comput-a-bull' etc etc, whilst the dullest place was Levin. It's so dull I can't even think of anything to say about it. Oh yeah, the petrol station toilet had no loo paper. Fascinating, huh?
Eventually we reached Tuarangi, having enjoyed a rather lovely view of the big volcanoes on the way, and tried to follow Rachel's directions to the place where we were staying. This was somewhat hampered by Harriet's decision not to bring a road map with us and our decision to call Rachel to get a better idea of where we were going only to find that she'd managed to go 150 or so km off course, so eventually we gave up and headed to another petrol station to consult their maps and sample some of their finest crapola food.
We got to our destination, a weekend place kindly loaned to us by the parents of one of Rachel's friends, at about 10pm and I proceeded to commandeer the largest room (with ensuite no less) for Jo & I. I also needed to have a quick practice at riding Harriet's bike as it had those funny clip pedals, you know the ones where you attach your shoes to the pedal like skis, but having fallen spectacularly on my arse several times in quick succession I decided against using them and vowed to wear normal trainers. My falling off shame has been lessened by Harriet informing me yesterday that she did exactly the same thing last Saturday, except that she was at a set of traffic lights in town and her humiliation was compounded by having many more witnesses. Karmic retribution for laughing at me, I'd like to think. Anyway, after that little debarcle, we took ourselves away to bed in readiness for a 5.00am wake-up so that we'd be able to register and drop off our bikes by 7am.
So, fortified with 5 hours sleep and a bowl of porridge, we headed off to Taupo 40km down the road. We registered and dropped the bikes off about 30 seconds before the deadline and then realised we had sod all to do until our respective stages of the ride. I was signed up for the 2nd stage and Harriet for the 3rd, whilst Rachel & her mate Amy had 4th & 1st respectively. Once Rachel realised this (and the fact that her changeover point was about 500m from the house we were staying in) she dropped off Amy and went back home where she proceeded to go back to bed until 12.30pm! Jammy wee bastard. By this point, about 8am, I had gone to get on the bus that would deliver me to my changeover point 40km down the road. I feel it is sensible to point out that the NZ weather had decided that it would turn f******g freezing and with a slight drizzle.
My bus trip was uneventful except for the realisation that I hadn't actually met Amy (who I had to swap the tracking/competition timer ankleband thingy with) as Rachel and she had arrived after we'd gone to bed and we'd left before them in the morning. Bugger. Luckily Jo, being the only sentient one in our group, had realised this and given her a description of me and shown her a photo. We arrived at the changeover point at 9am and I proceeded to wait for Amy to arrive...thanks to the persistant drizzle and chill breeze I was forced to put on every item of clothing I had with me and by the time she arrived at 10.45am I was wearing the following couture combo - red nike trainers, powder blue 3/4 running leggings, greenish/sludge hiking shorts, red t-shirt, blue fleece, orange waterproof jacket, red woolly hat & a bike helmet. God, I was gorgeous. After an emotional changeover (I was immeasurably relieved by the fact that I could start moving and stave off hypothermia, not to mention get away from the 60-something bloke who was having a conversation about chafing and his lack of undercrackers), I began the long slow slog to meet Harriet at the 2nd changeover.
Interesting aside - why is it that you only hear the conversations about the 1st & 2nd stages being by far the hardest after the 2nd stage? Basically it was 2 hours of pedalling up and down hills in the rain, with a headwind. The only thing that motivated me was the unspoken competition between me & some of the larger participants - I would overtake them on the way up a hill only to have them sail past by sheer force of volume and gravity on the downhill. It's really aggravating, but I'm pretty sure it was mutual. As mentioned, stage 2 is the hilly part. Imagine cycling up and down Camberwell Grove for 2 hours, or Mount Pleasant for those more familiar with Liverpool, or Mount Pleasant for those more familiar with Tunbridge Wells, or anywhere bloody hilly...like Switzerland. By the time I met up with Harriet I was ready for a nice sit down, so I trudged off to the free bus that would transport me back to the start where I would meet up with Jo & Amy. I decided I would send Jo a text message informing her that I was on my way and proceeded to scoff the contents of the handy bag o'treats they give you for being stupid enough to take part (coincidence that the last time I got one of these was when I ran the marathon? I think not, they are clearly an indicator of foolish levels of physical activity) ie, a banana, a snickers bar & a bag of 'healthy' crisps. Jo very kindly bought me a coffee in anticipation of my arrival back at the beginning, alas she didn't anticipate that the bus trip would take an hour and a quarter. I drank it anyway.
Not long after we convened back at the start we got a text from Harriet saying that she had finished her stage and was heading back up the road to the house (seeing as she was only 500m or so away), but that there was no point in us driving all the way back until Rachel finished the last leg as we'd only have to come back in and pick her up anyway. So we went to the supermarket and bought booze & pizza making ingredients for the night ahead and then went and spent our free food vouchers (for being stupid enough to take part) on very messy roast beef sandwiches and sausages. Rachel mentioned afterwards how heartened she was by our rousing celebration of her crossing the finish line and I am afraid that, yes, I did burst her bubble by informing her that our delight at seeing her was mainly inspired by the fact that it meant we could go home and have a hot shower. Jo wins the prize for longest suffering though having spent approximately 10 hours doing nowt but wait for us lot.
Not much else to report - went back to the house, had a shower, Jo went to bed and slept until 9pm, made pizza (well, I oversaw rather than made), only managed 1 bottle of wine between 5 of us, crashed out. Harriet is now trying to persuade me to do the Coast to Coast in 2007, or at the very least a triathalon. I am resolute in my refusal to humour her, though I might have a crisis when my 40th is approaching and crack. I'll let you know...
S
Wednesday, November 23, 2005
About bloody time!
Dear dedicated readers
Please accept my most sincere apologies for the total lack of blog entries for the last couple of weeks, which has been due to a combination of slackness (in the first instance), being busy (in the second instance) and the blog website completely mucking me about and refusing to let to write anything (in the third instance). But here I am and I am feeling inspired, so let's rock!!! Jezuz, clearly I have been inspired by Jon Bon Jovi...bit of a worry.
Well, the New Zealand Spring season has launched itself upon us with a series of ultra windy days and some stonking downpours (like right now - good job I decided not to bother bringing the washing in don't ya think?), so I have been holed up in the house & pottering. Today my pottering might even stretch as far as cleaning, for even I can no longer deny the grostesque nature of the kitchen floor (and I can't even blame the dog 'cos she doesn't come into the kitchen)(it's too small and there's too much of a risk of an embarassing, yet fatal, tripping scenario). Guessing you don't really care much about that though and would rather hear of our adventures of the last couple of weeks.
Most excitingly we now have broadband! And cable TV! So I can surf the net and watch crud as much as I want - huzzah! For those of you who also have broadband and tend to keep anti-social hours you might be interested to know that I have signed us up to Skype (handy free internet phone link), so if you fancy a free chat sign up and you should be able to find me in the directory. Jo has even managed to get the Madonna-esque headset to work, so if you do chat to me you might like to visualise me looking like a Gap employee, or a call-centre flunky (or Madonna, for the more imaginative of you, though my ability to do top dance moves is restricted by the length of the connecting cable - and my crapola dance skills).
Speaking of dance skills (or should that be 'skillz' for I am down with the kids), we ventured into the bacchanalian debauchery that is Wellington on a Friday night the other week in order to celebrate Jo's mate Ingrid's birthday. We started rather sedately at the Good Luck Bar (v. groovy, slightly scary waitresses, great cocktail list) awaiting the call from Ingrid to let us know that she was heading into town, where we met up with Hollie (another Kiwi who has recently returned after several years overseas). Moving on we headed to Pound, Wellington's 'finest' & only gay club, to catch up with Hollie's sister Abbie & her friend Sandy. It being 11pm on a Friday night Pound was almost completely empty. Actually it might have more to do with the fact that Pound is horrible, naff & hideously decorated (and that's just the clientele! Ha ha! Not really...but maybe...). Ingrid arrived just in the nick of time to save me from having to attempt to drink another glass of their house red (Chateau Ammonia 2003, I think) and we headed off, en masse, to try to find some suitable entertainment. Oh dear god.
Our first stop was Maya, a local hotspot where the lighty-up dance floor immediately sent me heading for the bar & a vodka. THe music was a rather intriguing combo of crap & rubbish and we left not long after they started playing a Grease medley/mega-mix. After a quick stop at the Ponderosa bar next door for a brief moment of sanity, we headed around the corner to the Go-Go Bar. The Go-Go Bar isn't quite as hideous as it sounds, but having temporarily forgotten the fact that NZ has more women than men I was slightly stunned by the whole 'hen night' vibe (waaayyy too many boobtube-esque tops). Much jigging was going on in the dancefloor region, but by this point I had lost the will to live and chose to sit quietly in the corner and simply observe. After carefully noting a series of interesting fashion combos - my personal favourite = the gold clompy-heeled strappy sandals with ribbon ties going up the legs a la Miss Piggy) I decided that sitting quietly and not observing might be better. We left at about 2am, only to be hit by the aural assualt of another Grease medley blasting from another bar...
Obviously I need to seek clubbing advice...
To be continued tiomorrow...
Please accept my most sincere apologies for the total lack of blog entries for the last couple of weeks, which has been due to a combination of slackness (in the first instance), being busy (in the second instance) and the blog website completely mucking me about and refusing to let to write anything (in the third instance). But here I am and I am feeling inspired, so let's rock!!! Jezuz, clearly I have been inspired by Jon Bon Jovi...bit of a worry.
Well, the New Zealand Spring season has launched itself upon us with a series of ultra windy days and some stonking downpours (like right now - good job I decided not to bother bringing the washing in don't ya think?), so I have been holed up in the house & pottering. Today my pottering might even stretch as far as cleaning, for even I can no longer deny the grostesque nature of the kitchen floor (and I can't even blame the dog 'cos she doesn't come into the kitchen)(it's too small and there's too much of a risk of an embarassing, yet fatal, tripping scenario). Guessing you don't really care much about that though and would rather hear of our adventures of the last couple of weeks.
Most excitingly we now have broadband! And cable TV! So I can surf the net and watch crud as much as I want - huzzah! For those of you who also have broadband and tend to keep anti-social hours you might be interested to know that I have signed us up to Skype (handy free internet phone link), so if you fancy a free chat sign up and you should be able to find me in the directory. Jo has even managed to get the Madonna-esque headset to work, so if you do chat to me you might like to visualise me looking like a Gap employee, or a call-centre flunky (or Madonna, for the more imaginative of you, though my ability to do top dance moves is restricted by the length of the connecting cable - and my crapola dance skills).
Speaking of dance skills (or should that be 'skillz' for I am down with the kids), we ventured into the bacchanalian debauchery that is Wellington on a Friday night the other week in order to celebrate Jo's mate Ingrid's birthday. We started rather sedately at the Good Luck Bar (v. groovy, slightly scary waitresses, great cocktail list) awaiting the call from Ingrid to let us know that she was heading into town, where we met up with Hollie (another Kiwi who has recently returned after several years overseas). Moving on we headed to Pound, Wellington's 'finest' & only gay club, to catch up with Hollie's sister Abbie & her friend Sandy. It being 11pm on a Friday night Pound was almost completely empty. Actually it might have more to do with the fact that Pound is horrible, naff & hideously decorated (and that's just the clientele! Ha ha! Not really...but maybe...). Ingrid arrived just in the nick of time to save me from having to attempt to drink another glass of their house red (Chateau Ammonia 2003, I think) and we headed off, en masse, to try to find some suitable entertainment. Oh dear god.
Our first stop was Maya, a local hotspot where the lighty-up dance floor immediately sent me heading for the bar & a vodka. THe music was a rather intriguing combo of crap & rubbish and we left not long after they started playing a Grease medley/mega-mix. After a quick stop at the Ponderosa bar next door for a brief moment of sanity, we headed around the corner to the Go-Go Bar. The Go-Go Bar isn't quite as hideous as it sounds, but having temporarily forgotten the fact that NZ has more women than men I was slightly stunned by the whole 'hen night' vibe (waaayyy too many boobtube-esque tops). Much jigging was going on in the dancefloor region, but by this point I had lost the will to live and chose to sit quietly in the corner and simply observe. After carefully noting a series of interesting fashion combos - my personal favourite = the gold clompy-heeled strappy sandals with ribbon ties going up the legs a la Miss Piggy) I decided that sitting quietly and not observing might be better. We left at about 2am, only to be hit by the aural assualt of another Grease medley blasting from another bar...
Obviously I need to seek clubbing advice...
To be continued tiomorrow...
Monday, November 07, 2005
Scary Christmas adverts already on TV!
It's gradually getting warmer (except for today, which looked lovely and sunny, but was somewhat marred by quite a nippy breeze), but as it is now the 2nd week of November the Christmas decorations have started to appear...why do they (the generic "they" = whoever it is who thinks that it's appropriate to try to flog horrible Christmas cack 6 weeks too early) do it? Are they demented Christmas-ites who just love the festive season so much that they cannot bear to wait another minute? I was just getting myself psyched for Guy Fawke's Night and, boom!, there's a fake Christmas tree in the supermarket.
But enough of my ranting, I suppose you are desperate to hear what I've been up to for the last 7 days.
Most importantly, and despite our severely restricted team numbers (basically Jo, Harriet & me), we came a glorious 2nd at The Office pub quiz last Wednesday, which means a $30 bar tab. And this is despite our almost total lack of knowledge about sport (I know about British stuff, but sod all about rugby or cricket) and a slight intra-team dispute about the name of the group that starred as themselves in 'Speed 2' (none of us had seen it, but Harriet had the gall to suggest it might be 10 000 Maniacs - for those of you who care, it was UB40). Next week we'll have one of the founder team members back, Nick, from his stint doing some professional acting. I was a bit giddy at the quiz as I'd had an attack of being energetic and had spent the afternoon doing a 40km bike ride round the bays followed by 40 mins on the treadmill at the gym and a massage. Of course, I had decided to rehydrate with beer. Also, Jo's pal Hollie (who some of you will have met in London) has now resurfaced in NZ and is living at her sister's place just up the road, so we had to catch up with her too.
We also took the houndbeast to dog school. She didn't have to do anything as we were just there to do a recce and see if we liked the look of the place, but she proceeded to suck up to the dog trainer and get loads of treats for sitting attentively at her feet. She also decided that her new best pal was a bloody huge bull mastiff called Millie and proceeded to jump all over her head. Of course, since then Gert has learned that sitting quietly will get her a treat, but she only does it on her own terms...but she's still fabulous.
On Friday morning I headed up to the cafe where Amy works to help with the school lunches - each Friday one of the local schools let's their kids order a special lunch from the catering company Amy works for ('Dusted & Delicious'). The menu is classic kids' crap - hot dogs, pizza, pies, crisps etc - and I am temporarily checking the money etc. I have come to the conclusion that any kid who spends more than $5 on their lunch is either suffering from worms or has a quite astounding capacity for junk food (or maybe they are just lardy?). The afternoon was spent visiting my recruitment consultant, Lynley, and 'discussing' my job hopes (mainly we actually talked about films). In the evening we went to check out Amy in a play, "Attempts on Her Life", at The Garage, one of the spaces at the drama school. I quite enjoyed it, but I think mainly for the groovy moving scenery and because Amy had spent so long telling me how awful it was nothing could possibly be as tedious as she made it sound.
Saturday was spent at Jo's parent's place celebrating Jo's grandad's (Jim) birthday (79th) with the traditonal beer & BBQ, where Jim almost did for himself by getting macho and trying some scary chilli pickle. Anyone who's ever met Jim will realise quite how ludricrous the idea of him being macho is...but we did agree to try to play golf with him one weekend soon. Jim and Glenn (Jo's uncle) both became quite taken with young Gert and even took her for a walk for us! Excellent, should save us some energy over Christmas. As it was Bonfire Night we had planned to watch the fireworks in the harbour from the deck at Washington Avenue, but we soon realised that there were some very pesky trees in the way, so we switched to plan B, ie go into town. Then, out of the blue, Len phoned (for he was on shift on the ferry) to let us know that the ferry would be in dock and that he could get us on board to watch the fireworks close-up - huzzah!
So that's exactly what we did.
We were on the 'new' ferry (new to NZ, but a 'previously loved' ship) so got the grand tour, including the galley, which was bloody huge and had one of the scary uber dishwashers that uses water temperatures of about 1 million degrees, the like of which I hadn't seen since I worked on a dig in Israel in 1991 (where it proceeded to regularly scald the crap out of my hands whilst I was on kitchen duty). The fireworks rocked, by the way. However, Jo & I were slightly distracted by noticing that some genius had managed to set fire to the brush on top of Mount Vic, one of the larger hills overlooking Wellington. The Fire Brigade seemed to have it all under control by the time we headed home. Gertie seemed completely unfazed by the fireworks.
Sunday saw a day of total slackness. Our DVDs of series 4 of 'Alias' and series 2 of 'The L Word' arrived the day before, so most of the day was spent lounging on the sofa watching DVDs and eating.
As for today - Monday - all I've managed to achieve is to persuade the people we bought our car from that they should fix it for free seeing as it has an unnerving judder once it gets over 3000 revs and to buy some secondhand office shelves for our study/spare room. Also I have been commandeered to assist with some more catering tomorrow, which I'm really quite looking forward to and should earn me an extra $50. Marvellous!
On that note I'll get back to some important TV watching.
Arrividerci!
S
xxxx
But enough of my ranting, I suppose you are desperate to hear what I've been up to for the last 7 days.
Most importantly, and despite our severely restricted team numbers (basically Jo, Harriet & me), we came a glorious 2nd at The Office pub quiz last Wednesday, which means a $30 bar tab. And this is despite our almost total lack of knowledge about sport (I know about British stuff, but sod all about rugby or cricket) and a slight intra-team dispute about the name of the group that starred as themselves in 'Speed 2' (none of us had seen it, but Harriet had the gall to suggest it might be 10 000 Maniacs - for those of you who care, it was UB40). Next week we'll have one of the founder team members back, Nick, from his stint doing some professional acting. I was a bit giddy at the quiz as I'd had an attack of being energetic and had spent the afternoon doing a 40km bike ride round the bays followed by 40 mins on the treadmill at the gym and a massage. Of course, I had decided to rehydrate with beer. Also, Jo's pal Hollie (who some of you will have met in London) has now resurfaced in NZ and is living at her sister's place just up the road, so we had to catch up with her too.
We also took the houndbeast to dog school. She didn't have to do anything as we were just there to do a recce and see if we liked the look of the place, but she proceeded to suck up to the dog trainer and get loads of treats for sitting attentively at her feet. She also decided that her new best pal was a bloody huge bull mastiff called Millie and proceeded to jump all over her head. Of course, since then Gert has learned that sitting quietly will get her a treat, but she only does it on her own terms...but she's still fabulous.
On Friday morning I headed up to the cafe where Amy works to help with the school lunches - each Friday one of the local schools let's their kids order a special lunch from the catering company Amy works for ('Dusted & Delicious'). The menu is classic kids' crap - hot dogs, pizza, pies, crisps etc - and I am temporarily checking the money etc. I have come to the conclusion that any kid who spends more than $5 on their lunch is either suffering from worms or has a quite astounding capacity for junk food (or maybe they are just lardy?). The afternoon was spent visiting my recruitment consultant, Lynley, and 'discussing' my job hopes (mainly we actually talked about films). In the evening we went to check out Amy in a play, "Attempts on Her Life", at The Garage, one of the spaces at the drama school. I quite enjoyed it, but I think mainly for the groovy moving scenery and because Amy had spent so long telling me how awful it was nothing could possibly be as tedious as she made it sound.
Saturday was spent at Jo's parent's place celebrating Jo's grandad's (Jim) birthday (79th) with the traditonal beer & BBQ, where Jim almost did for himself by getting macho and trying some scary chilli pickle. Anyone who's ever met Jim will realise quite how ludricrous the idea of him being macho is...but we did agree to try to play golf with him one weekend soon. Jim and Glenn (Jo's uncle) both became quite taken with young Gert and even took her for a walk for us! Excellent, should save us some energy over Christmas. As it was Bonfire Night we had planned to watch the fireworks in the harbour from the deck at Washington Avenue, but we soon realised that there were some very pesky trees in the way, so we switched to plan B, ie go into town. Then, out of the blue, Len phoned (for he was on shift on the ferry) to let us know that the ferry would be in dock and that he could get us on board to watch the fireworks close-up - huzzah!
So that's exactly what we did.
We were on the 'new' ferry (new to NZ, but a 'previously loved' ship) so got the grand tour, including the galley, which was bloody huge and had one of the scary uber dishwashers that uses water temperatures of about 1 million degrees, the like of which I hadn't seen since I worked on a dig in Israel in 1991 (where it proceeded to regularly scald the crap out of my hands whilst I was on kitchen duty). The fireworks rocked, by the way. However, Jo & I were slightly distracted by noticing that some genius had managed to set fire to the brush on top of Mount Vic, one of the larger hills overlooking Wellington. The Fire Brigade seemed to have it all under control by the time we headed home. Gertie seemed completely unfazed by the fireworks.
Sunday saw a day of total slackness. Our DVDs of series 4 of 'Alias' and series 2 of 'The L Word' arrived the day before, so most of the day was spent lounging on the sofa watching DVDs and eating.
As for today - Monday - all I've managed to achieve is to persuade the people we bought our car from that they should fix it for free seeing as it has an unnerving judder once it gets over 3000 revs and to buy some secondhand office shelves for our study/spare room. Also I have been commandeered to assist with some more catering tomorrow, which I'm really quite looking forward to and should earn me an extra $50. Marvellous!
On that note I'll get back to some important TV watching.
Arrividerci!
S
xxxx
Tuesday, November 01, 2005
Hot bloggity blog!
Sorry this is a bit late - I seem to have got very slack about sticking to my deadlines these days. One day I will get the hang of it...
I am still lounging in the realm of the gloriously unemployed and have now finished painting the hallway, thought I haven't quite managed to do the woodwork or the ceilings properly, which means it is time for me to focus on getting my career back on track. I have been rewriting my CV to make me sound much more interesting than a mere adminstrator (not that there's anything wrong with being an adminstrator except that over here it seems to be an astonishingly dull role), and have an appointment with a recruitment consultant on Friday morning. But, to be honest, I think it's more likely that I will find a role/job for myself.
On that note could I ask a favour - what do you think I'd be good at? A couple of people have suggested that I could have a go at writing properly (as opposed to just blogging), and I've always had the teaching Egyptian Archaeology thing bubbling under, but god knows if I'd actually be any good at either of them. Any suggestions gratefully received. Ann found this great travel company that takes people on 'spiritual' journeys to Egypt where they get to meditate in the King's Chamber of the Great Pyramid, but quite why anyone would want to meditate in a grave in the middle of absolute tourism mayhem is beyond me. In fact, we came to the conclusion that any involvement I had with this firm would probably be limited to raising of one eyebrow and pointing out to them how very very wrong they are. Best I avoid them, methinks.
Perhaps I should start a travel firm which takes people to Egypt simply to show them the archaeology? Crazy idea, no?
Aside from the work situation, I have suddenly realised that I have signed up for gym membership and should really start getting my money's worth out of it, and that I have the Lake Taupo Cycle Challenge in 4 weeks and have done sod all in the way of training for about 3 weeks. So this afternoon I have decided that I will cycle the very long way to the gym (I can make the bike journey about 35km), and then do some form of gym work before I go for a massage. Do I sound like Lance Armstrong? I'd put good money on the fact that I will be unconscious by 8pm. And then tomorrow we're meant to be going sea-kayaking...luckily it's a tandem kayak, unluckily Jo is going to make me sit in the front so I can't slack off. Bugger.
But, I'm thinking that my unemployment gives me an ideal opportunity to get back in shape and healthy. Then I can leap and frolic like one of those jolly ladies that appear on sanitary wear adverts. Huzzah!
Gertie the dog is still going strong. Took her to puppy school last night and she spent most of the time leaping on the head of a truly massive bull mastiff and sucking up to the instructor for treats. She seems to have quite got the hang of the fact that trying to run really fast whilst on a lead results in fantastic backflips, but strangely seems to enjoy this as she certainly isn't stopping. She is very lovely though.
Going to skeddadle now and do vast amounts of PE. It's been nice knowing you.
love
S
I am still lounging in the realm of the gloriously unemployed and have now finished painting the hallway, thought I haven't quite managed to do the woodwork or the ceilings properly, which means it is time for me to focus on getting my career back on track. I have been rewriting my CV to make me sound much more interesting than a mere adminstrator (not that there's anything wrong with being an adminstrator except that over here it seems to be an astonishingly dull role), and have an appointment with a recruitment consultant on Friday morning. But, to be honest, I think it's more likely that I will find a role/job for myself.
On that note could I ask a favour - what do you think I'd be good at? A couple of people have suggested that I could have a go at writing properly (as opposed to just blogging), and I've always had the teaching Egyptian Archaeology thing bubbling under, but god knows if I'd actually be any good at either of them. Any suggestions gratefully received. Ann found this great travel company that takes people on 'spiritual' journeys to Egypt where they get to meditate in the King's Chamber of the Great Pyramid, but quite why anyone would want to meditate in a grave in the middle of absolute tourism mayhem is beyond me. In fact, we came to the conclusion that any involvement I had with this firm would probably be limited to raising of one eyebrow and pointing out to them how very very wrong they are. Best I avoid them, methinks.
Perhaps I should start a travel firm which takes people to Egypt simply to show them the archaeology? Crazy idea, no?
Aside from the work situation, I have suddenly realised that I have signed up for gym membership and should really start getting my money's worth out of it, and that I have the Lake Taupo Cycle Challenge in 4 weeks and have done sod all in the way of training for about 3 weeks. So this afternoon I have decided that I will cycle the very long way to the gym (I can make the bike journey about 35km), and then do some form of gym work before I go for a massage. Do I sound like Lance Armstrong? I'd put good money on the fact that I will be unconscious by 8pm. And then tomorrow we're meant to be going sea-kayaking...luckily it's a tandem kayak, unluckily Jo is going to make me sit in the front so I can't slack off. Bugger.
But, I'm thinking that my unemployment gives me an ideal opportunity to get back in shape and healthy. Then I can leap and frolic like one of those jolly ladies that appear on sanitary wear adverts. Huzzah!
Gertie the dog is still going strong. Took her to puppy school last night and she spent most of the time leaping on the head of a truly massive bull mastiff and sucking up to the instructor for treats. She seems to have quite got the hang of the fact that trying to run really fast whilst on a lead results in fantastic backflips, but strangely seems to enjoy this as she certainly isn't stopping. She is very lovely though.
Going to skeddadle now and do vast amounts of PE. It's been nice knowing you.
love
S
Monday, October 24, 2005
I've been being all decisive.
You might recall that last week I mentioned that my new job wasn't exactly rockin' my world. Well, after some thought, I gave my notice in on Thursday. A brief discussion followed and it was mutually agreed that instead of my working the statutory one month's notice (seemed a little pointless as I'd only worked there for 10 days) I would depart from their shores at 1pm the next day. But, and you've gotta respect this, as it was a long weekend/bank holiday I still got holiday pay for today (Monday)!
So now I am all unemployed again. Though I have been informed that there is someone teaching history over here at tertiary level who not only is merely educated to BA level (unlike me with my mighty MA), but whose degree is from Reading! God, they should be falling over themselves to employ me...I am also thinking of trying my hand at writing, perhaps I should expand the blog into a book? Or perhaps simply I should try to find someone fool enough to pay me to write articles - I mean Julie Burchill manages to make money out of it, how hard can it be? One interesting issue that has arisen is that, as we are training Gertie to be cool about being at home on her own all day, I will have to spend a few days hiding in the house and pretending that I am not here. Good excuse to lock myself upstairs slaving over a hot keyboard.
We are still waiting to find out if our cable company are prepared to pay for the pavement outside our house to be dug up and let us have broadband/cable tv etc, so you'll just have to wait for photos. If you're lucky that will give me to get a bit of a tan and lose the belly, so I'll look all foxy.
Other news. Jo is enjoying work, bonus! Amy is furiously rehearsing for a play - this would not normally inspire a reference, but she's been bringing home a lot of very nice "excess" food from work, so I thought an honourable mention was in order. We are planning our 1st BBQ next week, low key 'cos we now have a puppy to train (real reason = we don't know many people yet) & because it's halloween I've invested in a pair of inflatable batwings to wear from the $2 shop. They are very cool, though could inhibit my BBQing with their potential for going bang if they get too close to a naked flame. I'll keep you updated.
Au revoir for now! Oh, and Mrs Clarke is winning the phone call competition, though she really needs to find a cheapo calling centre online so she can phone for 1p a minute. Or sign up for Skype and get free broadband calls.
S
xxx
So now I am all unemployed again. Though I have been informed that there is someone teaching history over here at tertiary level who not only is merely educated to BA level (unlike me with my mighty MA), but whose degree is from Reading! God, they should be falling over themselves to employ me...I am also thinking of trying my hand at writing, perhaps I should expand the blog into a book? Or perhaps simply I should try to find someone fool enough to pay me to write articles - I mean Julie Burchill manages to make money out of it, how hard can it be? One interesting issue that has arisen is that, as we are training Gertie to be cool about being at home on her own all day, I will have to spend a few days hiding in the house and pretending that I am not here. Good excuse to lock myself upstairs slaving over a hot keyboard.
We are still waiting to find out if our cable company are prepared to pay for the pavement outside our house to be dug up and let us have broadband/cable tv etc, so you'll just have to wait for photos. If you're lucky that will give me to get a bit of a tan and lose the belly, so I'll look all foxy.
Other news. Jo is enjoying work, bonus! Amy is furiously rehearsing for a play - this would not normally inspire a reference, but she's been bringing home a lot of very nice "excess" food from work, so I thought an honourable mention was in order. We are planning our 1st BBQ next week, low key 'cos we now have a puppy to train (real reason = we don't know many people yet) & because it's halloween I've invested in a pair of inflatable batwings to wear from the $2 shop. They are very cool, though could inhibit my BBQing with their potential for going bang if they get too close to a naked flame. I'll keep you updated.
Au revoir for now! Oh, and Mrs Clarke is winning the phone call competition, though she really needs to find a cheapo calling centre online so she can phone for 1p a minute. Or sign up for Skype and get free broadband calls.
S
xxx
Tuesday, October 18, 2005
Gertie Grot of Green Street
Afraid this is going to have to be brief as we haven't yet got our internet connection set up at home and my new job isn't exactly the kind of place where you get enough freedom to actually use the internet for blogging. In fact, so far the job isn't too exciting, but I think it would be rather indiscreet to go into further detail here. Suffice to say I'm hoping it improves significantly in the next few weeks or I might be back on the job market. If you want any more gory details you'll have to email - but don't expect a quick response 'cos there's a long weekend coming up and we're probably going to head up to the beach for a couple of days, show the dog the sea for the first time.
Ah yes, the dog. So far (and fingers crossed) she's fantastic! We haven't been able to do too much with her because she has stitches from having her ladyparts chopped, but once they take the stitches out on Saturday she'll be able to let rip. She's getting very comfortable around the house and seems to have settled quite quickly into understanding that indoors is not for looning about and that she isn't allowed on the sofa (but if you sit on the floor she does sit on your lap, literally, which could be an issue when she's fully grown). She even happily sleeps in a kennel outside the back door! Today we took her for her proper first walk and the great big outdoors kind of freaked her out when it got a bit noisy (traffic, cars starting, noisy shops etc), but she seems to get a bit more confident each time we go out. Once we are broadbanded we will publish photos so you can see what kind of trouble we've got into and quite why I am so determined she will be well behaved - cos she's going to be big. They think she is a NZ Huntaway crossbreed, a type of sheepdog, but I have taken to describing her as 'Pacific Fusion'. She is gorgeous though and doesn't even stink too badly - amazing!
Sod all else to report. I got squiffy on Saturday night and ended up having a long conversation with a bloke who plays one of the main characters in a soap opera over here about how he should give his older sister chinese burns more often. If you can think of a reason why I would think that was an interesting topic of conversation please feel free to let me know.
Adios for now!
S
So that's us committed for the next 12-14 years.
Ah yes, the dog. So far (and fingers crossed) she's fantastic! We haven't been able to do too much with her because she has stitches from having her ladyparts chopped, but once they take the stitches out on Saturday she'll be able to let rip. She's getting very comfortable around the house and seems to have settled quite quickly into understanding that indoors is not for looning about and that she isn't allowed on the sofa (but if you sit on the floor she does sit on your lap, literally, which could be an issue when she's fully grown). She even happily sleeps in a kennel outside the back door! Today we took her for her proper first walk and the great big outdoors kind of freaked her out when it got a bit noisy (traffic, cars starting, noisy shops etc), but she seems to get a bit more confident each time we go out. Once we are broadbanded we will publish photos so you can see what kind of trouble we've got into and quite why I am so determined she will be well behaved - cos she's going to be big. They think she is a NZ Huntaway crossbreed, a type of sheepdog, but I have taken to describing her as 'Pacific Fusion'. She is gorgeous though and doesn't even stink too badly - amazing!
Sod all else to report. I got squiffy on Saturday night and ended up having a long conversation with a bloke who plays one of the main characters in a soap opera over here about how he should give his older sister chinese burns more often. If you can think of a reason why I would think that was an interesting topic of conversation please feel free to let me know.
Adios for now!
S
So that's us committed for the next 12-14 years.
Tuesday, October 11, 2005
My first earthquake.
I'm guessing that you can figure out what our big news is this week - yup, I've started work! And we're in the process of adopting a 15 week old puppy from the local SPCA...oh yeah, and I got to experience my first earthquake. Obviously, in light of the goings on in Islamabad our earthquake was extremely piddly and small, in fact Jo didn't even notice it 'cos she was almost asleep, but I was quite weirded out. I have got used to our swaying in the wind house, I just think of it as being on an old boat on a slightly choppy sea, but the earthquake was more like someone making the house doing a giant shimmy. Quite fun, in a screwed up way.
But, more fun news. Jo is now getting settled into her new job at Telstra and I have just finished my second day at the Ministry of Women's Affairs. The weather has been bloody awful, which has buggered my plan to walk to and from work each day, so we've been driving (the price of a car park ticket is cheaper than 2 return bus fares) as Jo's office & mine are about the same distance away from the railway station, just on opposite sides of the tracks. For those of you who have lots of time to spare and who might want to see where this is on a map of Wellington, just find the Westpac Stadium and I am to the west right next door to Old St Paul's whilst Jo is to the east near the waterfront. My lack of walking and constant spare tyre inspired me to head to the gym behind work ('Bodyworks'), where Jessica (a very sprightly Sara Cox-esque 26 year old from Stoke on Trent) talked me out of $72 a month and into membership. I'm even considering spending some of my soon to be hard-earned cash on a series personal trainer sessions to turn me into a bronzed and buffed Cameron Diaz-a-likee...it could be the only way...
I did manage to put the fear into Jessica though after we checked our respective weights on the scales by pointing out to her that she only weighed 0.5kg more than I did at her age...though I think that 0.5kg might explain her bosom advantage.
So I need to take my PE kit to work with me tomorrow.
The ministry (MWA) is pretty cool, though tiny. I think there are only about 35 staff and I am in a team of 4 (no change there then), and there are only 6 blokes. So far it's all very civilised - as a team we actually stop for tea at 10.30am and 3pm (!?!?!?!) - and if your baby is suffering from the lurgy and can't go to childcare guess what? Yup, bring em to work and let them crash out in their pram! Actually the baby in question, who must be all of 6 months old, was doing some quite rockin' burps in the policy meeting this morning and almost managed to distract me from the huge muffin I was trying to shovel down my gob. The shocking news, aside from being told that I've apparently been employed for my intellectual capacity, is that I am having to skip my first office drinks on Friday afternoon 'cos (with luck) we'll be off collecting our new dog. If any of you would like ot contact the SPCA and tell them quite how much commitment this clearly demonstrates, feel free. I'm not allowed to tell you sod all about my work though except that its kind of a recruitment service for all the statutory boards in NZ.
And now I shall tell you about the dog. As some of you know, Jo & I had agreed that we would get a dog when we got settled, and I came to the conclusion that having our own house and proper jobs was pretty settled, so it was time to start dog searching. I really had made my mind up that I wanted a Weimaraner, but we did some research & decided that we might be rather over extending our dog capabilities. Seeing as we are only about a 10 minute walk from the SPCA we headed down there to see what dogs they had available for adoption and were swept off our feet by a 15 week old female terrier cross. All we are waiting for now is their agreement that our place is okay for a dog and then we should be able to bring her home. Hooray!
Guess what I'll be blogging about next week...
love
S
xxx
But, more fun news. Jo is now getting settled into her new job at Telstra and I have just finished my second day at the Ministry of Women's Affairs. The weather has been bloody awful, which has buggered my plan to walk to and from work each day, so we've been driving (the price of a car park ticket is cheaper than 2 return bus fares) as Jo's office & mine are about the same distance away from the railway station, just on opposite sides of the tracks. For those of you who have lots of time to spare and who might want to see where this is on a map of Wellington, just find the Westpac Stadium and I am to the west right next door to Old St Paul's whilst Jo is to the east near the waterfront. My lack of walking and constant spare tyre inspired me to head to the gym behind work ('Bodyworks'), where Jessica (a very sprightly Sara Cox-esque 26 year old from Stoke on Trent) talked me out of $72 a month and into membership. I'm even considering spending some of my soon to be hard-earned cash on a series personal trainer sessions to turn me into a bronzed and buffed Cameron Diaz-a-likee...it could be the only way...
I did manage to put the fear into Jessica though after we checked our respective weights on the scales by pointing out to her that she only weighed 0.5kg more than I did at her age...though I think that 0.5kg might explain her bosom advantage.
So I need to take my PE kit to work with me tomorrow.
The ministry (MWA) is pretty cool, though tiny. I think there are only about 35 staff and I am in a team of 4 (no change there then), and there are only 6 blokes. So far it's all very civilised - as a team we actually stop for tea at 10.30am and 3pm (!?!?!?!) - and if your baby is suffering from the lurgy and can't go to childcare guess what? Yup, bring em to work and let them crash out in their pram! Actually the baby in question, who must be all of 6 months old, was doing some quite rockin' burps in the policy meeting this morning and almost managed to distract me from the huge muffin I was trying to shovel down my gob. The shocking news, aside from being told that I've apparently been employed for my intellectual capacity, is that I am having to skip my first office drinks on Friday afternoon 'cos (with luck) we'll be off collecting our new dog. If any of you would like ot contact the SPCA and tell them quite how much commitment this clearly demonstrates, feel free. I'm not allowed to tell you sod all about my work though except that its kind of a recruitment service for all the statutory boards in NZ.
And now I shall tell you about the dog. As some of you know, Jo & I had agreed that we would get a dog when we got settled, and I came to the conclusion that having our own house and proper jobs was pretty settled, so it was time to start dog searching. I really had made my mind up that I wanted a Weimaraner, but we did some research & decided that we might be rather over extending our dog capabilities. Seeing as we are only about a 10 minute walk from the SPCA we headed down there to see what dogs they had available for adoption and were swept off our feet by a 15 week old female terrier cross. All we are waiting for now is their agreement that our place is okay for a dog and then we should be able to bring her home. Hooray!
Guess what I'll be blogging about next week...
love
S
xxx
Tuesday, September 27, 2005
Windy Wellington
Watch out kids this is going to be one of my stream of consciousness entries...
So...it's a wet and windy Tuesday afternoon in Wellington. It was quite nice when I left the house this morning, MP3 player blasting my little ladylike eardrums with loud rawk music to vent my fury at the D.O.C. for failing to offer me an interview for the job I really wanted (gits), stomping down the road on my way to get my haircut, and then it started to drizzle slightly. No fear, I could handle this. And then it started to chuck it down, and with that kind of rain that goes in all directions at once, so by the time I got to the hairdressers they could have happily forgone the shampooing stage of production. But now my hair is sleek & shiny, as only a professionally trained hairdresser can get it, and I wafted off to meet a friend for coffee. Now I am up at Ann & Len's whilst Jo dyes Ann's hair for her, then we shall wend our way home and stare, goggle-eyed, at our giant tv (which shows up every flaw on tv/film stars' skin - great!).
The last week has mainly been occupied by PE, both participating and viewing. Thanks to the cycle challenge thingy, I have been starting some 'training' mainly cycling round the bays of Wellington, which are gorgeous. I am not really training so much as pootling around admiring the view, but it is 25km at a time so I suppose it kind of counts (I know this cos I bought a cycle computer gadget for my handlebars, what a goober). And I do seem to be getting a bit fitter, in fact I managed to get up one of my more troublesome hills without my bum muscles seizing up yesterday, which was nice. By November 26th I'll be whizzing around Lake Taupo like Lance Armstrong. Maybe. Or maybe not. The veiwing consisted of checking out the World Mountain Running Championships on Sunday afternoon, Jo & I sat on the grassy knoll at the top of Mount Vic (mid-Wellington) and watched some ridiculously fit people pound up and down at high speed...well apart from the Ukrainian bloke who they made stop 'cos he was so knackered. I helpfully offered advice as to which runners I thought were too skinny and needed to eat more pies, but I am not sure they are likely to heed my advice. More fool them.
Aside from that it has been more sorting out the house. I am trying to strip the nasty purple paint off the stairs without gassing myself with noxious fumes and/or setting off the smoke alarm (which I use as a tea-break signal) and with luck will finally paint the hallway this weekend. Gosh, how exciting. Also, it looks as if I might be gainfully employed as of next week by the Ministry of Women's Affairs - back to the world of bureaucracy for me - and Jo starts work tomorrow as a Business Process Analyst for one of the big telecom firms (free cable & internet - hurrah!), so we will have some money coming in, which will be nice seeing as we've spent all ours on things like big tvs.
Sorry I haven't replied to any emails. I promise I will get better once we have our own connection set up at home, but until then -
Catherine - yes we/I would love it if you came over next May & we might be able to do some a-travelling with you.
Julie - yes, you do look pissed in that photo...ha ha ha!! But once we are broadbanded I will post some equally dodgy photos of me for your amusement.
Alphena - just ask yourself "what would Sarah do?"
Dad - yes I have tried PD and its not quite as bad as they say.
Mum - ta!
lots of love to everyone
S
So...it's a wet and windy Tuesday afternoon in Wellington. It was quite nice when I left the house this morning, MP3 player blasting my little ladylike eardrums with loud rawk music to vent my fury at the D.O.C. for failing to offer me an interview for the job I really wanted (gits), stomping down the road on my way to get my haircut, and then it started to drizzle slightly. No fear, I could handle this. And then it started to chuck it down, and with that kind of rain that goes in all directions at once, so by the time I got to the hairdressers they could have happily forgone the shampooing stage of production. But now my hair is sleek & shiny, as only a professionally trained hairdresser can get it, and I wafted off to meet a friend for coffee. Now I am up at Ann & Len's whilst Jo dyes Ann's hair for her, then we shall wend our way home and stare, goggle-eyed, at our giant tv (which shows up every flaw on tv/film stars' skin - great!).
The last week has mainly been occupied by PE, both participating and viewing. Thanks to the cycle challenge thingy, I have been starting some 'training' mainly cycling round the bays of Wellington, which are gorgeous. I am not really training so much as pootling around admiring the view, but it is 25km at a time so I suppose it kind of counts (I know this cos I bought a cycle computer gadget for my handlebars, what a goober). And I do seem to be getting a bit fitter, in fact I managed to get up one of my more troublesome hills without my bum muscles seizing up yesterday, which was nice. By November 26th I'll be whizzing around Lake Taupo like Lance Armstrong. Maybe. Or maybe not. The veiwing consisted of checking out the World Mountain Running Championships on Sunday afternoon, Jo & I sat on the grassy knoll at the top of Mount Vic (mid-Wellington) and watched some ridiculously fit people pound up and down at high speed...well apart from the Ukrainian bloke who they made stop 'cos he was so knackered. I helpfully offered advice as to which runners I thought were too skinny and needed to eat more pies, but I am not sure they are likely to heed my advice. More fool them.
Aside from that it has been more sorting out the house. I am trying to strip the nasty purple paint off the stairs without gassing myself with noxious fumes and/or setting off the smoke alarm (which I use as a tea-break signal) and with luck will finally paint the hallway this weekend. Gosh, how exciting. Also, it looks as if I might be gainfully employed as of next week by the Ministry of Women's Affairs - back to the world of bureaucracy for me - and Jo starts work tomorrow as a Business Process Analyst for one of the big telecom firms (free cable & internet - hurrah!), so we will have some money coming in, which will be nice seeing as we've spent all ours on things like big tvs.
Sorry I haven't replied to any emails. I promise I will get better once we have our own connection set up at home, but until then -
Catherine - yes we/I would love it if you came over next May & we might be able to do some a-travelling with you.
Julie - yes, you do look pissed in that photo...ha ha ha!! But once we are broadbanded I will post some equally dodgy photos of me for your amusement.
Alphena - just ask yourself "what would Sarah do?"
Dad - yes I have tried PD and its not quite as bad as they say.
Mum - ta!
lots of love to everyone
S
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
Just a quick update/gloat....
We have just been out and bought a frickin' huge 42in plasma flatscreen tv (because it was cheaper than buying a 33in screen and better for watching ludricrous action movies) and it's being delivered tomorrow!!! Ha ha HAAAAA!!! I'll never have to leave the house again...
On the downside, last night it was extraordinarily windy, and I mean gale force, and we discovered that when hit side on by such southerlies our house sways slightly. Got me thinking it might not be such a good place to be when the big earthquake hits.
And thanks mum for sending me a copy of the new Guardian - I'd like to set a regular Saturday order if that's not too much bother? Or perhaps I should just read it online?
love
S
xxxxx
On the downside, last night it was extraordinarily windy, and I mean gale force, and we discovered that when hit side on by such southerlies our house sways slightly. Got me thinking it might not be such a good place to be when the big earthquake hits.
And thanks mum for sending me a copy of the new Guardian - I'd like to set a regular Saturday order if that's not too much bother? Or perhaps I should just read it online?
love
S
xxxxx
Monday, September 19, 2005
All moved in!
Yes indeedy, we are now resident in Green Street! We spent the last 10 days furiously cleaning, sanding, paint stripping and painting in readiness for Jo & her dad to fetch our worldly goods from Waikanae, and managed heroically. The lounge/diner/kitchen are all painted except for the ceiling, and the bedrooms are both done - for those of you wanting a colour guide the lounge etc are biege/brown, the main bedroom dusky pink and the second bedroom is the same as the lounge. The hallway will be pale green, but we thought we'd wait until everything was moved in rather than risk trashing our new paintwork. The last 3 days have been mainly spent trying to fight our way through mountains of boxes, finding things we'd forgotten we owned and things that no longer work (like the TV), and lugging them around the house to their new homes.
We stayed over in the house on Saturday night (after I'd almost fallen asleep on Amy's living room floor and decided the furthest I can walk was into our house 10 feet away) and I woke up in the middle of the night and suffered the most shocking attack of missing my friends/family. It wasn't so much that I was homesick, because I think I am a little in love with our new house & neighbourhood, more that having a new home made me realise that none of you would be popping by for a cuppa or a raucous BBQ on a regular basis. So I went back to bed and had a bit of a cry whilst Jo assured me it would all be okay. God, imagine the mess I'll be when anyone comes to visit and I have to say goodbye...oh it'll be embarrassing. I'll email out our new address & phone number ASAP, and once we are settled we'll get broadband installed so I can email more regularly.
Speaking of embarrassing, on Friday night we joined Jules & Harriet at the extravaganza that was 'Ms Gay Downunder'. Actually, it was really Ms Gay Wellington, but they were getting ideas above their station. After a week of painting/moving, Jo & I were both shattered, and I had just been for my massage so was totally zoned out with bags under my eyes big enough to carry home shopping, but we managed to get a second wind and danced the night away fuelled by beer & tequila. I felt about 98 the next day. I won't go into too much detail about the entrants or winner, suffice to say it takes a certain type/mentality to enter. Harriet managed to convince me to join a team to do the Lake Taupo Cycle Challenge (160km around Lake Taupo) in November by using that clever ploy of waiting until I had a couple of drinks in me, but I'm actually quite pleased as it'll give me an excuse to get off my fat arse and do something. As a relay team we only have to do 40km each and I think even in my current state of sloth I should be able to get fit enought to do that in two months.
On the job front Jo has been to a couple of interviews and is being called back for a second interview at one of the telecoms firms over here (which would be a great job as it would give us free phone & internet), and I have been asked to go for psychometric testing by the Ministry of Women's Affairs (right after I finish writing this for it is Monday lunchtime), which I assume means they are thinking of offering me a job. I've also just put in an application for a job working with the NZ World Heritage Team, which I would love but I'm guessing there will be alot of competition so I'm not going to hold my breath. My main priority this week is to try and get rid of the bags under my eyes and get our new home sorted out. Wish us luck. At least our new bed is being delivered today, so I might give that a test run when I get home.
Off for lunch now before I have to go and have my head tested by a computer programme. Great.
love to all
S
xxxxxx
We stayed over in the house on Saturday night (after I'd almost fallen asleep on Amy's living room floor and decided the furthest I can walk was into our house 10 feet away) and I woke up in the middle of the night and suffered the most shocking attack of missing my friends/family. It wasn't so much that I was homesick, because I think I am a little in love with our new house & neighbourhood, more that having a new home made me realise that none of you would be popping by for a cuppa or a raucous BBQ on a regular basis. So I went back to bed and had a bit of a cry whilst Jo assured me it would all be okay. God, imagine the mess I'll be when anyone comes to visit and I have to say goodbye...oh it'll be embarrassing. I'll email out our new address & phone number ASAP, and once we are settled we'll get broadband installed so I can email more regularly.
Speaking of embarrassing, on Friday night we joined Jules & Harriet at the extravaganza that was 'Ms Gay Downunder'. Actually, it was really Ms Gay Wellington, but they were getting ideas above their station. After a week of painting/moving, Jo & I were both shattered, and I had just been for my massage so was totally zoned out with bags under my eyes big enough to carry home shopping, but we managed to get a second wind and danced the night away fuelled by beer & tequila. I felt about 98 the next day. I won't go into too much detail about the entrants or winner, suffice to say it takes a certain type/mentality to enter. Harriet managed to convince me to join a team to do the Lake Taupo Cycle Challenge (160km around Lake Taupo) in November by using that clever ploy of waiting until I had a couple of drinks in me, but I'm actually quite pleased as it'll give me an excuse to get off my fat arse and do something. As a relay team we only have to do 40km each and I think even in my current state of sloth I should be able to get fit enought to do that in two months.
On the job front Jo has been to a couple of interviews and is being called back for a second interview at one of the telecoms firms over here (which would be a great job as it would give us free phone & internet), and I have been asked to go for psychometric testing by the Ministry of Women's Affairs (right after I finish writing this for it is Monday lunchtime), which I assume means they are thinking of offering me a job. I've also just put in an application for a job working with the NZ World Heritage Team, which I would love but I'm guessing there will be alot of competition so I'm not going to hold my breath. My main priority this week is to try and get rid of the bags under my eyes and get our new home sorted out. Wish us luck. At least our new bed is being delivered today, so I might give that a test run when I get home.
Off for lunch now before I have to go and have my head tested by a computer programme. Great.
love to all
S
xxxxxx
Monday, September 05, 2005
Phew....
Sorry this is a little late
I did mean to write yesterday, but kind of got distracted by life. Apologies if any of you were waiting desperately for the next exciting instalment of our adventures in NZ…not that I think it likely that any of you were…
So last week was a whirl of recruitment agencies and job interviews. Well, calling it a ‘whirl’ might be a little extravagant, but when you’ve been used to doing nowt all day long even thinking about dressing respectably and having to act all grown up is a strain. There I was on Monday ambling down Cuba Street, mooching in and out of shops when my mobile rang/vibrated furiously in my pocket and I had an invitation to ‘meet’ with a recruitment consultant the next day. How exciting! Not half an hour later the same thing happened – oh to be a woman in demand – but they wanted to see me that afternoon…I explained that I was dressed rather skankily, but they weren’t to be put off. Off I trolled to meet Lynley Stanford, big honcho of Stanfords Recruitment, who was very jolly & managed to gain a disturbing level of insight into my work ethics within minutes, but isn’t quite sure what to do with me as far as the job market is concerned. Apparently she’s going to start making some calls this week and will let me know…
The next day’s recruitment consultant, who wore one of the scariest polyester suits I have seen in years (I was slightly concerned that I might be electrocuted by merely shaking her hand), immediately decided to put me forward for a ‘project coordinator’ role (up to $55k!!!!), but it wasn’t to be and I haven’t heard a word since. Bum. Then another consultant phoned and asked if I fancied being a ‘project facilitator’ for the Agricultural ITO, who are the people in charge of all the training in the agricultural industry over here. Turns out this was actually organising and updating their training programmes, which I know sod all about, so that went out the window too. Thoroughly bored with the whole thing I decided I would forget about it all until the weekend, and a damn fine job I was doing too until at 10am on Thursday (yes, I was still in bed) I got a call from the Ministry of Women’s Affairs (remember them?) asking if I would come in for an interview the next day. So I spent a day rummaging through their website for any information I might find that would make me look as if I had at least some idea what the job was about and skipped a meal out with Jo to do some reading, which I was quite fed up about ‘cos she went to some groovy little Maori food place.
The next day I decided I would walk to the Ministry, which took about 45 minutes but by that time the Wellington wind whipped my hair (freshly coiffed that morning into a shining gleaming miracle) into a frenzied Patsy-esque bouffant. Luckily the ministry was on the 3rd floor of the building, giving me a chance to tame the wild beast and make myself presentable whilst hanging out in the lobby. The interview was good, I think, of course I yabbered on for ages and there were some questions that I completely cocked up (what the hell do they expect me to know about establishing women’s networks in Wellington?), but at least it was an interview. They won’t be able to let me know what is going on until next week, and I’d be surprised if I got the first job I went for, but you never know. They seemed very lovely though.
After that I strode purposefully across town to my massage appointment with the very tall and very smiley Leslie, who proceeded to pummel my shoulders into submission to the accompaniment of soft ambient music. Next week she’s decided she is going to sort out my right shoulder once and for all! Yikes…Unfortunately I had missed lunch, thanks to my interview being at 1pm, and my stomach was doing the most incredible rumbling I’ve heard since I was last in an exam hall. I managed to act cool and not snigger by thinking that surely masseurs hear worse than rumbling guts, but this unfortunately put me in mind of what they might hear emanating from their clients and a great deal of willpower was required to remain calm.
Friday night was spent watching tv and making crank calls to the English Heritage blue plaques team.
Saturday saw me heading into town to buy a new bike, one that I had sensibly ordered earlier in the week. After about an hour standing about in the shop waiting to talk to the bloke who had ordered the bike for me and trying to avoid being run down by small girls rampaging about on Barbie tricycles, off he trundled to fetch it from their store only to return with a very large cardboard box. It seems they had forgotten to put the bike together. So I went for a coffee and came back 40 minutes later to find it sparkling and new waiting for me. Huzzah! The only task then was to get it home. For those of you who don’t know, Jo’s parents place is on top of a whopping great hill. And I haven’t ridden a bike for about 5 months. I made it ¾ of the way up – in the lowest gear possible and still suffering – before I decided it was time to walk (although I did get a very cheery ‘well done!’ from some van driver. I think he was taking the piss.). Then I just about had time to stuff a cheese sandwich in my face before we headed off to ‘Real Hot Bitches!’. Jo & her mum returned from their windsock making session (in readiness for the Wearable Art parade at the end of the month) brandishing brightly coloured windsocks – Jo’s is an evening glove & Ann’s is a hat – and we headed to the drama school for a vigorous 2 hours of ‘hip hop’ dance moves to Missy Elliott’s ‘Get Your Freak On’. Again my legwarmers were a triumph.
After a quick warm-down in the local pub, we scooted home, got changed and went out for a night on the tiles with an old mate of Jo’s, Jules, and her girlfriend Harriet. The bar we had selected seemed full of suspiciously young folk and it turned out we had accidentally crashed a 21st birthday party…clearly no one thought I was too old, for just the day before I had been asked how old I was when buying a bottle of wine (though they might just do that to cheer up pissed off looking people). We stayed anyway and sampled some of NZ’s finest sauvignon blanc & pizza, before staggering up Cuba St to some mysterious subterranean bar where Harriet made us drink sparkling feijoa wine. All I can tell you about it is that it gets you really smashed. And I forgot my vow to never mix sparkling wine with any other booze on the grounds that it causes memory lapses. Apparently after that we went to Matterhorn for another drink and then onto Wellington’s premier (and only) gay club, Pound. I vaguely remember Pound being crap and Jo dancing like a fiend before we headed home in Jules’ rather fine boy racer-mobile, complete with blue furry seat covers and uv lighting in the boot, and stumbled into bed. Luckily it would seem that Harriet & Jules had fun and are still talking to us, and that Harriet’s hangover was as bad as mine. Excellent. So we have some new friends.
Today was composed of vicious shopping and we now are the proud owners of a new bed, 2 new sofas and $800 worth of paint vouchers. The tenants are moving out of Green Street next Friday and we will be spending a week decorating and making the place ours before our new gear is delivered. Lovely though it has been to take full advantage of Len & Ann’s hospitality, it will be fabulous to finally get into a place of our own after 3 months of living out of a backpack. I am hugely excited. Hopefully we’ll be able to scam some of our new acquaintances into helping with my promise of payment in beer and pizza (plus it’ll be election weekend over here, so there will be sod all on telly…).
Love to everyone!
S & J
xxxxxx
I did mean to write yesterday, but kind of got distracted by life. Apologies if any of you were waiting desperately for the next exciting instalment of our adventures in NZ…not that I think it likely that any of you were…
So last week was a whirl of recruitment agencies and job interviews. Well, calling it a ‘whirl’ might be a little extravagant, but when you’ve been used to doing nowt all day long even thinking about dressing respectably and having to act all grown up is a strain. There I was on Monday ambling down Cuba Street, mooching in and out of shops when my mobile rang/vibrated furiously in my pocket and I had an invitation to ‘meet’ with a recruitment consultant the next day. How exciting! Not half an hour later the same thing happened – oh to be a woman in demand – but they wanted to see me that afternoon…I explained that I was dressed rather skankily, but they weren’t to be put off. Off I trolled to meet Lynley Stanford, big honcho of Stanfords Recruitment, who was very jolly & managed to gain a disturbing level of insight into my work ethics within minutes, but isn’t quite sure what to do with me as far as the job market is concerned. Apparently she’s going to start making some calls this week and will let me know…
The next day’s recruitment consultant, who wore one of the scariest polyester suits I have seen in years (I was slightly concerned that I might be electrocuted by merely shaking her hand), immediately decided to put me forward for a ‘project coordinator’ role (up to $55k!!!!), but it wasn’t to be and I haven’t heard a word since. Bum. Then another consultant phoned and asked if I fancied being a ‘project facilitator’ for the Agricultural ITO, who are the people in charge of all the training in the agricultural industry over here. Turns out this was actually organising and updating their training programmes, which I know sod all about, so that went out the window too. Thoroughly bored with the whole thing I decided I would forget about it all until the weekend, and a damn fine job I was doing too until at 10am on Thursday (yes, I was still in bed) I got a call from the Ministry of Women’s Affairs (remember them?) asking if I would come in for an interview the next day. So I spent a day rummaging through their website for any information I might find that would make me look as if I had at least some idea what the job was about and skipped a meal out with Jo to do some reading, which I was quite fed up about ‘cos she went to some groovy little Maori food place.
The next day I decided I would walk to the Ministry, which took about 45 minutes but by that time the Wellington wind whipped my hair (freshly coiffed that morning into a shining gleaming miracle) into a frenzied Patsy-esque bouffant. Luckily the ministry was on the 3rd floor of the building, giving me a chance to tame the wild beast and make myself presentable whilst hanging out in the lobby. The interview was good, I think, of course I yabbered on for ages and there were some questions that I completely cocked up (what the hell do they expect me to know about establishing women’s networks in Wellington?), but at least it was an interview. They won’t be able to let me know what is going on until next week, and I’d be surprised if I got the first job I went for, but you never know. They seemed very lovely though.
After that I strode purposefully across town to my massage appointment with the very tall and very smiley Leslie, who proceeded to pummel my shoulders into submission to the accompaniment of soft ambient music. Next week she’s decided she is going to sort out my right shoulder once and for all! Yikes…Unfortunately I had missed lunch, thanks to my interview being at 1pm, and my stomach was doing the most incredible rumbling I’ve heard since I was last in an exam hall. I managed to act cool and not snigger by thinking that surely masseurs hear worse than rumbling guts, but this unfortunately put me in mind of what they might hear emanating from their clients and a great deal of willpower was required to remain calm.
Friday night was spent watching tv and making crank calls to the English Heritage blue plaques team.
Saturday saw me heading into town to buy a new bike, one that I had sensibly ordered earlier in the week. After about an hour standing about in the shop waiting to talk to the bloke who had ordered the bike for me and trying to avoid being run down by small girls rampaging about on Barbie tricycles, off he trundled to fetch it from their store only to return with a very large cardboard box. It seems they had forgotten to put the bike together. So I went for a coffee and came back 40 minutes later to find it sparkling and new waiting for me. Huzzah! The only task then was to get it home. For those of you who don’t know, Jo’s parents place is on top of a whopping great hill. And I haven’t ridden a bike for about 5 months. I made it ¾ of the way up – in the lowest gear possible and still suffering – before I decided it was time to walk (although I did get a very cheery ‘well done!’ from some van driver. I think he was taking the piss.). Then I just about had time to stuff a cheese sandwich in my face before we headed off to ‘Real Hot Bitches!’. Jo & her mum returned from their windsock making session (in readiness for the Wearable Art parade at the end of the month) brandishing brightly coloured windsocks – Jo’s is an evening glove & Ann’s is a hat – and we headed to the drama school for a vigorous 2 hours of ‘hip hop’ dance moves to Missy Elliott’s ‘Get Your Freak On’. Again my legwarmers were a triumph.
After a quick warm-down in the local pub, we scooted home, got changed and went out for a night on the tiles with an old mate of Jo’s, Jules, and her girlfriend Harriet. The bar we had selected seemed full of suspiciously young folk and it turned out we had accidentally crashed a 21st birthday party…clearly no one thought I was too old, for just the day before I had been asked how old I was when buying a bottle of wine (though they might just do that to cheer up pissed off looking people). We stayed anyway and sampled some of NZ’s finest sauvignon blanc & pizza, before staggering up Cuba St to some mysterious subterranean bar where Harriet made us drink sparkling feijoa wine. All I can tell you about it is that it gets you really smashed. And I forgot my vow to never mix sparkling wine with any other booze on the grounds that it causes memory lapses. Apparently after that we went to Matterhorn for another drink and then onto Wellington’s premier (and only) gay club, Pound. I vaguely remember Pound being crap and Jo dancing like a fiend before we headed home in Jules’ rather fine boy racer-mobile, complete with blue furry seat covers and uv lighting in the boot, and stumbled into bed. Luckily it would seem that Harriet & Jules had fun and are still talking to us, and that Harriet’s hangover was as bad as mine. Excellent. So we have some new friends.
Today was composed of vicious shopping and we now are the proud owners of a new bed, 2 new sofas and $800 worth of paint vouchers. The tenants are moving out of Green Street next Friday and we will be spending a week decorating and making the place ours before our new gear is delivered. Lovely though it has been to take full advantage of Len & Ann’s hospitality, it will be fabulous to finally get into a place of our own after 3 months of living out of a backpack. I am hugely excited. Hopefully we’ll be able to scam some of our new acquaintances into helping with my promise of payment in beer and pizza (plus it’ll be election weekend over here, so there will be sod all on telly…).
Love to everyone!
S & J
xxxxxx
Sunday, August 28, 2005
Bitchin'!
Well, this week has been a blur of activity, but I shall valiantly attempt to recall our various shenanigans over the last seven days.
Monday saw us visiting The Embassy, Wellington’s fully restored ‘heritage’ cinema, to see ‘Kung Fu Hustle’. Nice big seats, leg room a-go-go and a blasty loud sound system created a viewing experience far superior to our previous screening of this film on a very teeny tiny monitor on a bus in South America with Spanish subtitles. ‘Kung Fu Hustle’ was good then and it’s even better when you can see what’s happening and understand the dialogue. We got home to find what I thought was a random piece of fluff outside the bathroom door – it was in fact a very large, but luckily also very dead, spider. Even the sight of it inanimate on a piece of paper made me flinch and wonder whether I should go on one of those conquer your fear type courses so I don’t have to go all girly every time something eight-legged & hairy comes near me. Jo told me it had big pincer-y things too. Great…
Tuesday we headed over to Jo’s sister’s place (in our soon to be back garden) to join her weekly ‘Survivor Night’. This is when Amy & her pal Sal engage in the intensive concentration and tension that is watching ‘Survivor’, an American reality TV thing. After a quick trip to the Indian takeaway, we settled down to observe varying Americans – both in size & accent – get very competitive and backstabbing. Quite fun actually. When we arrived home I proceeded to freak out Jan Phipps by remembering to phone her to wish her “Happy Birthday!” lovely as it was to speak to her it did make me quite homesick.
Wednesday we arranged to meet with Jo’s friends Ingrid and Gerard at Chow, a fancy Asian-ish restaurant to scoff food, make chit-chat and listen to Jo’s mum do her cabaret thang. When we arrived at 7.45pm we were the only people there, but it slowly filled up and Ann ended up playing to an almost full house. There was also a slight worry that her accompanying guitarist wasn’t going to make it, but he arrived only 15 minutes or so late (artists, eh?) and I was saved the indignity of having to provide acapella backing vocals (not that I offered or was asked, but I know its what Ann was hoping for). The food was okay, but to be honest not much more exciting than Wagamama and a bloody sight more expensive ($6 for a small bowl of Asian greens!!!) so I predict they may not still be here when any of you come to visit. You’d be better off going to the Asian place we went to in Warsaw. Of course you’d have to be in Poland and not New Zealand, but that’s a minor issue. On the plus side Wednesday was 2 for 1 cocktail night – hurrah!
Thursday saw an evening of quiet contemplation in front of the TV.
Friday night it was off into town again to meet up with Jo’s mate Radhika who is down in Wellington from Auckland for a week. We started off in Matterhorn, described on one website as ‘the heart of Wellington’ (crikey). It is a very nice bar & restaurant though, with a rather lovely outdoor fireplace, although there was quite a strong smell of fish & chips at the entrance. After a couple of beers, some sparkling conversation with Radhika, her boyfriend Ron and her friend Colleen (if you ever meet her ask her about her trip to the Temple of Hapshetsut in Egypt, its worth the wait) and a trip to their incredibly teeny tiny loo (obviously their own special form of body fascism – if you can’t squeeze through the door to get into the loo you’re too fat for them), we heeded our rumbling tums and, guess what? Surely it can’t be? Yes, we – minus Colleen - headed to a restaurant. This time it was the turn of Floridita, where we stuffed ourselves with antipasti and various Italian delights, along with a lovely bottle of wine (but of course!). After such strenuous activity, and much more chitchat, Jo & I headed home.
Saturday saw a flurry of activity as Jo & I went all domestic and started some serious furniture hunting. Off we zoomed in our little silver car (which, Patti, now sports a rather fetching “Keep Portland Weird” bumper sticker) to Thorndon Quay where many a furniture shop lives and managed, after some debate, to choose a bed and a couple of sofas. We haven’t actually bought them yet, thought that had better wait until we moved into our place and could check that they would fit, but I’m quietly confident that they’ll be fine. After this we realised we needed to kick off or Sunday shoes and headed, on Amy’s recommendation, to ‘Real Hot Bitches’, a truly stupendous dance troupe/class led by Ange (Wellington’s Susie Robinson in gold shoes and knee pads) and Rosie (owner of a mighty fine powder blue visor). The basic philosophy of this group is to relive your youth by learning group formation dance routines to super-duper 80s/90s pop classics. Having ‘felt the fear and done it anyway’ we lurked at the back of the hall slowly working our way through a rather fine routine accompanying ‘Push It’ by Salt ‘n Pepa (any troupe member can volunteer to choreograph – for that is how they spell it – each week) that included kung fu kicks and ‘attitude’. Luckily my confidence was bolstered by the arrival of Amy & Sal and the provision of legwarmers (they really do keep your legs surprisingly toasty!), although Jo’s insistence on pulling faces at me during the robotic segment challenged my professionalism. By the end of the session I was pelvic thrusting with the best of them, but I really do need to work on my running man. Feel free to check out their website www.real-hot-bitches.co.nz for more info! Exhausted though we were, we headed home and had a quick dip in the spa pool before heading back out to eat more food.
This time we visited The Last Supper Club under the guidance of Amy and her friend Ange (different from the aforementioned Ange, but she did join us at RHB and came up with our rather fine ‘attitude move’ which included a butt-slap inspired by Caleb Clarke). I was rather hoping the waiting staff would dress like Jesus and the Apostles, but sadly they kept the biblical theme to a minimum. Or perhaps this theme was more active behind the scenes, which could go some way to explaining why it took so bloody long for our wine to arrive. So far, this is my favoured feeding place; their antipasto was bigger & better than Floridita and I had a fabulous warm rabbit salad. Amy’s lamb was good too as, out of sheer politeness because she couldn’t finish it all, I scoffed some of that as well. A quick hop and a step over the street saw us enjoying more wine at the Ponderosa bar (quite swish actually, despite the Western theme), some discussion of potential RHB tunes (I’m favouring “If I could turn back time” by Cher, Sal has some great ideas for the cannon bit) and then back home to rest our tired dancing feet.
Aside from these goings on we’ve been busy doing exciting things like bumping into old pals of Jo’s, getting massages (lovely), window shopping, visiting the fruit & veg market, looking for jobs (Jo is working her way around many recruitment agencies), reading books and contemplating how to decorate our house. Oh and I got a new sim card for my mobile phone…I’ll text the number to relevant folk. All fun and games eh?
Hope all is well with you all…happy dancing!!!
Monday saw us visiting The Embassy, Wellington’s fully restored ‘heritage’ cinema, to see ‘Kung Fu Hustle’. Nice big seats, leg room a-go-go and a blasty loud sound system created a viewing experience far superior to our previous screening of this film on a very teeny tiny monitor on a bus in South America with Spanish subtitles. ‘Kung Fu Hustle’ was good then and it’s even better when you can see what’s happening and understand the dialogue. We got home to find what I thought was a random piece of fluff outside the bathroom door – it was in fact a very large, but luckily also very dead, spider. Even the sight of it inanimate on a piece of paper made me flinch and wonder whether I should go on one of those conquer your fear type courses so I don’t have to go all girly every time something eight-legged & hairy comes near me. Jo told me it had big pincer-y things too. Great…
Tuesday we headed over to Jo’s sister’s place (in our soon to be back garden) to join her weekly ‘Survivor Night’. This is when Amy & her pal Sal engage in the intensive concentration and tension that is watching ‘Survivor’, an American reality TV thing. After a quick trip to the Indian takeaway, we settled down to observe varying Americans – both in size & accent – get very competitive and backstabbing. Quite fun actually. When we arrived home I proceeded to freak out Jan Phipps by remembering to phone her to wish her “Happy Birthday!” lovely as it was to speak to her it did make me quite homesick.
Wednesday we arranged to meet with Jo’s friends Ingrid and Gerard at Chow, a fancy Asian-ish restaurant to scoff food, make chit-chat and listen to Jo’s mum do her cabaret thang. When we arrived at 7.45pm we were the only people there, but it slowly filled up and Ann ended up playing to an almost full house. There was also a slight worry that her accompanying guitarist wasn’t going to make it, but he arrived only 15 minutes or so late (artists, eh?) and I was saved the indignity of having to provide acapella backing vocals (not that I offered or was asked, but I know its what Ann was hoping for). The food was okay, but to be honest not much more exciting than Wagamama and a bloody sight more expensive ($6 for a small bowl of Asian greens!!!) so I predict they may not still be here when any of you come to visit. You’d be better off going to the Asian place we went to in Warsaw. Of course you’d have to be in Poland and not New Zealand, but that’s a minor issue. On the plus side Wednesday was 2 for 1 cocktail night – hurrah!
Thursday saw an evening of quiet contemplation in front of the TV.
Friday night it was off into town again to meet up with Jo’s mate Radhika who is down in Wellington from Auckland for a week. We started off in Matterhorn, described on one website as ‘the heart of Wellington’ (crikey). It is a very nice bar & restaurant though, with a rather lovely outdoor fireplace, although there was quite a strong smell of fish & chips at the entrance. After a couple of beers, some sparkling conversation with Radhika, her boyfriend Ron and her friend Colleen (if you ever meet her ask her about her trip to the Temple of Hapshetsut in Egypt, its worth the wait) and a trip to their incredibly teeny tiny loo (obviously their own special form of body fascism – if you can’t squeeze through the door to get into the loo you’re too fat for them), we heeded our rumbling tums and, guess what? Surely it can’t be? Yes, we – minus Colleen - headed to a restaurant. This time it was the turn of Floridita, where we stuffed ourselves with antipasti and various Italian delights, along with a lovely bottle of wine (but of course!). After such strenuous activity, and much more chitchat, Jo & I headed home.
Saturday saw a flurry of activity as Jo & I went all domestic and started some serious furniture hunting. Off we zoomed in our little silver car (which, Patti, now sports a rather fetching “Keep Portland Weird” bumper sticker) to Thorndon Quay where many a furniture shop lives and managed, after some debate, to choose a bed and a couple of sofas. We haven’t actually bought them yet, thought that had better wait until we moved into our place and could check that they would fit, but I’m quietly confident that they’ll be fine. After this we realised we needed to kick off or Sunday shoes and headed, on Amy’s recommendation, to ‘Real Hot Bitches’, a truly stupendous dance troupe/class led by Ange (Wellington’s Susie Robinson in gold shoes and knee pads) and Rosie (owner of a mighty fine powder blue visor). The basic philosophy of this group is to relive your youth by learning group formation dance routines to super-duper 80s/90s pop classics. Having ‘felt the fear and done it anyway’ we lurked at the back of the hall slowly working our way through a rather fine routine accompanying ‘Push It’ by Salt ‘n Pepa (any troupe member can volunteer to choreograph – for that is how they spell it – each week) that included kung fu kicks and ‘attitude’. Luckily my confidence was bolstered by the arrival of Amy & Sal and the provision of legwarmers (they really do keep your legs surprisingly toasty!), although Jo’s insistence on pulling faces at me during the robotic segment challenged my professionalism. By the end of the session I was pelvic thrusting with the best of them, but I really do need to work on my running man. Feel free to check out their website www.real-hot-bitches.co.nz for more info! Exhausted though we were, we headed home and had a quick dip in the spa pool before heading back out to eat more food.
This time we visited The Last Supper Club under the guidance of Amy and her friend Ange (different from the aforementioned Ange, but she did join us at RHB and came up with our rather fine ‘attitude move’ which included a butt-slap inspired by Caleb Clarke). I was rather hoping the waiting staff would dress like Jesus and the Apostles, but sadly they kept the biblical theme to a minimum. Or perhaps this theme was more active behind the scenes, which could go some way to explaining why it took so bloody long for our wine to arrive. So far, this is my favoured feeding place; their antipasto was bigger & better than Floridita and I had a fabulous warm rabbit salad. Amy’s lamb was good too as, out of sheer politeness because she couldn’t finish it all, I scoffed some of that as well. A quick hop and a step over the street saw us enjoying more wine at the Ponderosa bar (quite swish actually, despite the Western theme), some discussion of potential RHB tunes (I’m favouring “If I could turn back time” by Cher, Sal has some great ideas for the cannon bit) and then back home to rest our tired dancing feet.
Aside from these goings on we’ve been busy doing exciting things like bumping into old pals of Jo’s, getting massages (lovely), window shopping, visiting the fruit & veg market, looking for jobs (Jo is working her way around many recruitment agencies), reading books and contemplating how to decorate our house. Oh and I got a new sim card for my mobile phone…I’ll text the number to relevant folk. All fun and games eh?
Hope all is well with you all…happy dancing!!!
Sunday, August 21, 2005
Busting out all over....
Those of you I have emailed will know that this refers to my burgeoning waistline, which has miraculously expanded over the last couple of months. In fact I am pretty sure it did most of its expansion over the last couple of weeks. Perhaps I could try to blame it on cabin pressure? Or perhaps not…so the healthy eating regime has begun and I have taken to walking to & from town. Distance-wise this is not too far and only takes about 20-30 minutes, but the return leg involves trudging up one almighty hill. I’m hoping that a couple of weeks of this will at least go someway to reducing the wobbly load. Stranger things have happened.
Due to limited internet access I have also made the executive decision to make blog entries once a week. We have kindly been loaned Jo’s parent’s laptop, so I can lurk in our basement boudoir and concoct entries in Word that will then be transferred to the blog. It kind of makes sense, you know it does.
So…Wellington in winter. Having been used to dealing with the seasonal & time difference from the UK to NZ angle, I am really struggling with switching it around. My brain just can’t quite compute that the weather will get warmer as we head towards the end of the year, and that I am now ahead of the UK. This hasn’t been helped by the weather here being unseasonably fine for the last week (I have still insisted on wearing my woolly hat, which is slightly greying from Inca Trail filth), although today the southerly chilly breeze appeared and I was required to wear my flouncy denim rock star coat to keep my bum from freezing. It gained lots of what I can only assume were admiring looks from passers by. Either that I had achieved the dreaded ‘geography teacher’ look. If I carry on wearing it I suspect I will become known as ‘the woman in the bloody awful coat’…hooray! Have spent most of the last week acquainting myself with Wellington, demonstrating my natural coolness I accidentally ventured into one of the city’s most fashionable cafés, although this was somewhat negated earlier in the day by getting myself eaten by a lift door (of course the lift was full of people) and then having to athletically leap back out when Jo pointed out it was the wrong lift. I think Jo was actually more humiliated than I was, for I know I am a spaz.
On the plus side (as I am now), I have found a job to apply for. Fingers crossed I’ll have some money heading my way, assuming they actually even want to interview me. Today was spent writing my CV, and desperately trying to remember what I used to do for a living and how I could make it sound impressive. The post requires some knowledge of or desire to learn about Maori issues, language etc, so I have been off to the library and am desperately boning up on subjects like the Treaty of Waitangi. Unfortunately my pronunciation is ludicrous, so I should look and sound fully fresh off the boat. Oh how I look forward to that. I have also been scouring the volunteering positions that are open. So far my eye has been caught by the SPCA, which is quite near where we will be living, and a couple of environmental groups. So you can look forward to tales of my being attacked by dogs and falling onto kiwis. I also considered the Samaritans, but thought that this might not be my best introduction to a new country. I thought a youth group might be fun and get me off my butt and doing something entertaining. Who knows? But I think that will be my task next week – to get out there and meet some people.
Tonight we are off to the cinema to endure the delights of Tom Cruise in “War of the Worlds”. I’ll let you know if he manages to save us all from impending doom. I’m guessing he will, and I’m also guessing that they won’t stick to the original ending. Let’s hope it’s a better conclusion than “Independence Day” where I seem to recall the aliens were defeated by a lack of Norton Anti-virus. I’m also keen to start checking out some of Wellington’s 400 or so nosheries, although may have to start at the cheaper end of the market.
So, Wellington doesn’t seem so bad so far. I’ll keep you updated.
Lots of love
S
xxxx
Sunday 21st August update…
Seeing as I seem to be getting rather rudely heckled by some of you for my tardiness in blogging I thought I’d better add a quick update here, but be warned I will become immune to your abuse!
The redneck hat is being ‘rested’ right now thanks to a combination of it being winter here and it being very windy here, although it does have a rather dashing cord that can be used to stop it flying off your head (presumably whilst sitting in the back of a pick-up truck). It shall be whisked out with a flourish come springtime. But my woolly hat is doing a fine job in its place.
The big news is that Jo & I are now the proud owners of a car! Despite our hopes of being very new age-y and buying a hybrid car we ended up getting a Holden Barina, which as far as I can tell is a Vauxhall Corsa with a different name. The important thing is that I can now start driving lessons, and that it has a CD player. Gotta have priorities. So we whizzed up to the beach house to dig out our insurance documents from the garage, along with some DVDs and some car music CDs drank all of Jo’s parents’ red wine, crashed out then headed back to Wellington earlier today. We stopped on the way for ice cream, but I had manuka honey & fig and manuka honey is meant to be very good for you & figs are v. healthy so I am considering it a part of my healthy eating plan. I then, in a fit of enthusiasm, began to dig what I hope will become a vegetable patch in the garden, but I think I may have chosen a really crappy shaded spot. We shall see.
What else has been going on? Erm, ‘War of the Worlds’ was actually much better than I thought it would be, and they have stuck to the original ending, Amy took us to a very nice Malaysian place afterwards where I proceeded to pig out on a vast plate of stir fry & rice, but the healthy eating plan is still a plan. I managed to finally write my CV and send off my job application, so should hear next week if I’m going to get an interview and I’ve been trying to think of things to do to keep myself occupied. I went to the SPCA to find out about volunteering but it seemed to be mainly staffed by unusual volunteers of the type that ‘prefer animals to people’ and it was all a bit whiffy, so I mumbled some weak excuse about having to check the validity of my tetanus jab and swished out in my rock star denim coat. Then I was going to help with the replanting of natural plants at a local stream, but I should’ve been there at 9.30am on Saturday and I didn’t wake up until 10am. Oops. So, no joy there. Not sure what else I have on my hectic social agenda. I quite fancy going 10 pin bowling to relive some of my Streatham days/nights, but that would involve persuading some other people to go with me, maybe I’ll try my powers of persuasion tonight and lure folk with tales of sweaty miscoloured shoes?
Will endeavour to keep it regular from now on – wouldn’t like to disappoint my fans….
S
Due to limited internet access I have also made the executive decision to make blog entries once a week. We have kindly been loaned Jo’s parent’s laptop, so I can lurk in our basement boudoir and concoct entries in Word that will then be transferred to the blog. It kind of makes sense, you know it does.
So…Wellington in winter. Having been used to dealing with the seasonal & time difference from the UK to NZ angle, I am really struggling with switching it around. My brain just can’t quite compute that the weather will get warmer as we head towards the end of the year, and that I am now ahead of the UK. This hasn’t been helped by the weather here being unseasonably fine for the last week (I have still insisted on wearing my woolly hat, which is slightly greying from Inca Trail filth), although today the southerly chilly breeze appeared and I was required to wear my flouncy denim rock star coat to keep my bum from freezing. It gained lots of what I can only assume were admiring looks from passers by. Either that I had achieved the dreaded ‘geography teacher’ look. If I carry on wearing it I suspect I will become known as ‘the woman in the bloody awful coat’…hooray! Have spent most of the last week acquainting myself with Wellington, demonstrating my natural coolness I accidentally ventured into one of the city’s most fashionable cafés, although this was somewhat negated earlier in the day by getting myself eaten by a lift door (of course the lift was full of people) and then having to athletically leap back out when Jo pointed out it was the wrong lift. I think Jo was actually more humiliated than I was, for I know I am a spaz.
On the plus side (as I am now), I have found a job to apply for. Fingers crossed I’ll have some money heading my way, assuming they actually even want to interview me. Today was spent writing my CV, and desperately trying to remember what I used to do for a living and how I could make it sound impressive. The post requires some knowledge of or desire to learn about Maori issues, language etc, so I have been off to the library and am desperately boning up on subjects like the Treaty of Waitangi. Unfortunately my pronunciation is ludicrous, so I should look and sound fully fresh off the boat. Oh how I look forward to that. I have also been scouring the volunteering positions that are open. So far my eye has been caught by the SPCA, which is quite near where we will be living, and a couple of environmental groups. So you can look forward to tales of my being attacked by dogs and falling onto kiwis. I also considered the Samaritans, but thought that this might not be my best introduction to a new country. I thought a youth group might be fun and get me off my butt and doing something entertaining. Who knows? But I think that will be my task next week – to get out there and meet some people.
Tonight we are off to the cinema to endure the delights of Tom Cruise in “War of the Worlds”. I’ll let you know if he manages to save us all from impending doom. I’m guessing he will, and I’m also guessing that they won’t stick to the original ending. Let’s hope it’s a better conclusion than “Independence Day” where I seem to recall the aliens were defeated by a lack of Norton Anti-virus. I’m also keen to start checking out some of Wellington’s 400 or so nosheries, although may have to start at the cheaper end of the market.
So, Wellington doesn’t seem so bad so far. I’ll keep you updated.
Lots of love
S
xxxx
Sunday 21st August update…
Seeing as I seem to be getting rather rudely heckled by some of you for my tardiness in blogging I thought I’d better add a quick update here, but be warned I will become immune to your abuse!
The redneck hat is being ‘rested’ right now thanks to a combination of it being winter here and it being very windy here, although it does have a rather dashing cord that can be used to stop it flying off your head (presumably whilst sitting in the back of a pick-up truck). It shall be whisked out with a flourish come springtime. But my woolly hat is doing a fine job in its place.
The big news is that Jo & I are now the proud owners of a car! Despite our hopes of being very new age-y and buying a hybrid car we ended up getting a Holden Barina, which as far as I can tell is a Vauxhall Corsa with a different name. The important thing is that I can now start driving lessons, and that it has a CD player. Gotta have priorities. So we whizzed up to the beach house to dig out our insurance documents from the garage, along with some DVDs and some car music CDs drank all of Jo’s parents’ red wine, crashed out then headed back to Wellington earlier today. We stopped on the way for ice cream, but I had manuka honey & fig and manuka honey is meant to be very good for you & figs are v. healthy so I am considering it a part of my healthy eating plan. I then, in a fit of enthusiasm, began to dig what I hope will become a vegetable patch in the garden, but I think I may have chosen a really crappy shaded spot. We shall see.
What else has been going on? Erm, ‘War of the Worlds’ was actually much better than I thought it would be, and they have stuck to the original ending, Amy took us to a very nice Malaysian place afterwards where I proceeded to pig out on a vast plate of stir fry & rice, but the healthy eating plan is still a plan. I managed to finally write my CV and send off my job application, so should hear next week if I’m going to get an interview and I’ve been trying to think of things to do to keep myself occupied. I went to the SPCA to find out about volunteering but it seemed to be mainly staffed by unusual volunteers of the type that ‘prefer animals to people’ and it was all a bit whiffy, so I mumbled some weak excuse about having to check the validity of my tetanus jab and swished out in my rock star denim coat. Then I was going to help with the replanting of natural plants at a local stream, but I should’ve been there at 9.30am on Saturday and I didn’t wake up until 10am. Oops. So, no joy there. Not sure what else I have on my hectic social agenda. I quite fancy going 10 pin bowling to relive some of my Streatham days/nights, but that would involve persuading some other people to go with me, maybe I’ll try my powers of persuasion tonight and lure folk with tales of sweaty miscoloured shoes?
Will endeavour to keep it regular from now on – wouldn’t like to disappoint my fans….
S
Sunday, August 07, 2005
'Ere we go
I warn you now, we have consumed a couple of bottles of red wine and I am just doing a quick blog entry before we start our 26 hour trip to NZ.
Canada is still sunny. In fact I think I have gained some sunburn in readiness for the extremely convoluted plane trip ahead of us. Huzzah! Yesterday we spent the afternoon in town, bought some more dvds, and another book, and then headed to the Commodore Ballroom to see Aimee Mann. The Commodore Ballroom is very cool - lots of tables & seating - we found some fine seating and, being 30somethings, bought a bottle of red wine. The support act was crap, presumably a ploy by the main act to make them look good, but Aimee came on and was v. v. good. I won't go into too much detail in case Mrs Clarke gets annoyed, but she rocked. I even caught Jo listen to an Aimee Mann album earlier today (a first).
Today has been spent doing bugger all. I have read 3/4 of a book, we've packed our bags, had dinner, drunk a couple of bottles of Wolf Blass and talked rubbish. Might go and watch some fireworks later. Then its a 4.30am to get to the airport for our delightful trip to NZ via Dallas & LA. Luckily Jo & I have managed to budget well enough to allow money for a slap up meal in LA airport (we have a 5 hour transfer delay), and I have already checked our entertainment/movie options on our flight to Auckland (some half decent movies are promised).
Due in NZ on 9th August and, once I have recovered from our trip, I will blog from there.
Adios amigos!!!
love
S&J
xxxxxx
Canada is still sunny. In fact I think I have gained some sunburn in readiness for the extremely convoluted plane trip ahead of us. Huzzah! Yesterday we spent the afternoon in town, bought some more dvds, and another book, and then headed to the Commodore Ballroom to see Aimee Mann. The Commodore Ballroom is very cool - lots of tables & seating - we found some fine seating and, being 30somethings, bought a bottle of red wine. The support act was crap, presumably a ploy by the main act to make them look good, but Aimee came on and was v. v. good. I won't go into too much detail in case Mrs Clarke gets annoyed, but she rocked. I even caught Jo listen to an Aimee Mann album earlier today (a first).
Today has been spent doing bugger all. I have read 3/4 of a book, we've packed our bags, had dinner, drunk a couple of bottles of Wolf Blass and talked rubbish. Might go and watch some fireworks later. Then its a 4.30am to get to the airport for our delightful trip to NZ via Dallas & LA. Luckily Jo & I have managed to budget well enough to allow money for a slap up meal in LA airport (we have a 5 hour transfer delay), and I have already checked our entertainment/movie options on our flight to Auckland (some half decent movies are promised).
Due in NZ on 9th August and, once I have recovered from our trip, I will blog from there.
Adios amigos!!!
love
S&J
xxxxxx
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