I didn’t realise when we booked our last 2 nights of the entire holiday, back here in Sydney, quite where things were. So we thought: let’s stay in the middle. What they call ‘Circular Quay’ here. By the bridge, the Opera House, by The Rocks and… and by 96% of the world’s total supply of – Read More-
I want to talk about shopping. And to do so I need to discuss that most sensitive of subjects: gender!!! I’m not saying that all women love to shop whilst all men would gladly RIP OUT THEIR OWN FUCKING EYES WITH A BLUNT, RUSTY T-SPOON!!! rather than to accompany them, because that would be a – Read More-
Christmas is always ‘big time’ where football is concerned. Where the tough get going (so traditionally Arsenal don’t do that well) and the going gets tough so… yeah, whatever. But the sheer concentration of games ensures that it is a brutal time of year. And I’m sitting on a train. The ‘trans-alpine’ train from Greymouth – Read More-
I’m sure there are a few Kiwis here. Don’t mean the animal nor the fruit, just the people wot live here. Allegedly there are almost a million of ‘em in the South Island but trust me, they’re as rare here as sheep were in our first few days. Because (shock alert!) I’m a tourist here. – Read More-
So what’s so good about Wanaka, New Zealand then? Ok, its got a lake. Everywhere round here has lakes, big deal. It has shops and restaurants, which singles it out quite a bit more. Mountains, yeah, beaches, right, sunshine and prettiness, blah, blah, blah. But what makes it really special is that Spurs won here. – Read More-
So it arrived, the New Year, with a firework (above), and the usual combination of music, screaming, booze and good cheer. And then, for the first time in my life; I got breathalysed. Yep, I had a ‘tangle with the law’ and I won. The score was: Andy 1, FASCIST NEW ZEALAND MURDERING (?) PIG – Read More-
The first time I ever heard of ‘insect repellant’ was 35 years ago when Mel & I, as then two solitary, individual souls not yet joined by common mortgage nor joint account, went to Sri Lanka. It was exotic ‘back then’. Still pretty exotic today. And among the items on the ‘must take’ list was – Read More-
I call this picture: New Zealander And Wife. Over here it probably has a different name. I didn’t say mine too loudly. Not because its offensive but because sleeping with sheep is against the laws of the Bible and that is one of my favourite works of fiction, just after The World According to Garp – Read More-
I’m concerned. What is New Zealand famous for? What is here in greater number than people? What is it that provides the ‘comfort’ for so many solitary, distant farmers? And what tastes really nice with mint sauce and new potatoes? Of course; sheep. And yet all you see is cows. Not in groups of a – Read More-
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