“A Visitor From Hawke’s Bay” It used to be a term of snide derision. The moniker for any unidentified person in the society photo section of Auckland’s Metro magazine in the 80s. Whether they had their back turned, or were … Continue reading
“A Visitor From Hawke’s Bay” It used to be a term of snide derision. The moniker for any unidentified person in the society photo section of Auckland’s Metro magazine in the 80s. Whether they had their back turned, or were … Continue reading
As I have written before, I am fortunate to be presented with different opportunities every one in a while. Miss B has a best friend, Master B (no relation), who she met in Kindy. As their friendship blossomed, we got to know his … Continue reading
Oh, Solo Me-oh As I mentioned on RNZ’s The Panel this week, it’s six months since my Mum passed away. She was 78. With Dad passing away four years ago, I guess that makes me an orphan. I had gotten … Continue reading
“2016 is the year I shall fart rainbows and poop unicorns!” That was the first line of the first entry in my diary for last year. As it turned out there were a few rainbows, the odd, rare unicorn and … Continue reading
“If just one person believes in you, Deep enough, and strong enough, believes in you… Hard enough, and long enough, It stands to reason, that someone else will think “If he can do it, I can do it.” … And … Continue reading
“So the soap opera is told and unfolds I suppose it’s old partner, but the beat goes on Da-da dum, da-dum da-da, da-da” “Lose Yourself” Eminem Over the past month I learned that sitting around hospital wards doing very little … Continue reading
I’m cruising through Newtown and over the hill to Kilbirnie. Before I know it I’m launched into the air over Lyall Bay. The rocks that surround Moa Point, jagged and sharpened by centuries of Cook Strait swells look like the … Continue reading
One thing I have been unable to evade throughout my Adventures in Tachycardia is my heartbeat. That sounds odd, but it’s a mixed blessing. You can hear and feel it, so you know you’re still alive (which is a good … Continue reading
Apparently I snore. It’s the day of my PET scan and I’ve been chauffeured (via ambulance) to a private hospital (la-de-dah!) in the hills of Wellington. I get undressed and into the standard sort of hospital gown you wear for … Continue reading
