…can leave you in the doldrums to the point where you don’t know what day it is nor do you know what you’re doing with your life – a similar reaction many of us had to the shocking stories that floated across our screens this year.
The last thing I want to do is to make light, belittle or negate the impact of the tragedies that occurred last week in France…
It had to happen. Kate was heavy with child (pregnant), the Limbo Wing was booked (£16,000 per night – bring your own medical experts) and a nation endured Branston Pickle (while Kate endured Braxton Hicks).
It was Wellington’s turn to experience the skate board shuffle today.
It finally happened a Brit won Wimbledon.
Wait! Hold that front page. Since I wrote that echoing headline a concerned reader has made a line call and challenged the double-fault lurking between the tramlines of my research. Backhand Betty (the blasphemously beautiful Ball Boys’ babysitter), serves up the scintillatingly ace that Virginia Wade won the Women’s Singles Title in 1977 and further, there were 3 other British winners of the Women’s Singles Title in 1937, 1961 and 1969. I sit corrected and my thanks to Backhand Betty for writing in.
From Anahola to Yung Hee Village (no city, town or village starts with “Z” in the Hawaiian Islands), Spam is well loved and widely consumed – 7 million cans per year.
I had no idea that technology has made such huge strides here on the Hawaiian Islands.
The flight was comfortable and uneventful. I like flights like that.
According to my latest electronic consumer goody – the iHenge, today is the shortest/longest – depending on where your iHenge is located.
Some forecasters are predicting the worst snow for 20 years but other forecasters are predicting that globally there will soon be more mobile ‘phones than toothbrushes.
It’s another rainy day in paradise. I’m briefly in Hanmer Springs or perhaps I’m in Hanmer Springs briefly.
Ingvar Kamprad (87) is retiring but will continue to fly economy class, recycle used tea bags and drive his 1993 Volvo. But this story is really about Gnomes.
Coronal Mass Ejections and food. Coronal Mass Ejections may not be as important as food, which is why food safety scares hit the headlines like hot potatoes and CME’s dance around in the upper atmosphere like an ethereal green swamp in a bad dream.
The weather has started to turn colder and my cooking has responded by upping the temperature and the calorific values.
Oh the printed Media is a chuckle isn’t it? A couple of days ago The Telegraph were lauding the selection of Tim Peake (Major Tim) as a British astronaut for the next 5 month tour of duty aboard the International Space Station.
So the great David Beckham has finally decided to hang up his shorts.
It’s raining today and the Germans have a word for it – Regen.
Walking past a local school today I had to take a picture of this “stick family” on a school-run 4X4:
“I believe in getting into hot water; it keeps you clean.” – G. K Chesterton.
If I was a tad younger I might be celebrating today’s announcement that Taylor Swift is to tour New Zealand later this year.
Great day in Christchurch today – sunny and warm. We like that.
Yes it’s that suspiciously auspicious date again.
I’ve washed my hands of that last post and think it’s time to see what else has has been occurring in this oddly-shaped bluish planet we choose to inhabit.
It’s been an interesting week watching Splurghi work their way around the poo pipes.
Back in 2004 I wrote about a Kiwi boy who was declared the Southern Hemisphere’s first High Incarnate Tibetan Lama. Karma Kunsang Thubten Dorje Lungtok Hyime Pal Sang Po Pong Rinpoche – the venerable, had been identified as an important spiritual figure in Tibetan Buddhism. (Don’t worry, nobody read about it then either).
We returned from Melbourne to warm Autumn sunshine in Christchurch and during a walk around the local area I was thinking about the recent SPCA campaign for unwanted dogs, where 3 canny canines were taught to commandeer cars.
We have found the good people of Melbourne to be relaxed, friendly and easy to talk to. The news last night on TV carried the results of the recent World Economic Forum’s Travel & Tourism Competitiveness Report 2013 which listed (amongst other criteria), the friendliest nations to visit.
Anywhere but bed beckoned this morning.
The beds at the City Limits Apartments are large enough for our liking but both the beds and the pillows are just a shade unforgiving for my silhouette. On the plus side, the beds do have a firm view.
We climbed out of bed and donned the appropriate gear for a visit to the zoo.
I think I should explain why we fall out of bed in Christchurch but exit from the horizontal in Melbourne (or elsewhere), by climbing out of bed in the usual way.
We all fell out of bed this morning at 0230 as our multiple Apple devices broke out in a rash of chimes, rings, vibrations and wacky warbles. Headless we muttered incomprehensively and moved slowly around bumping into walls, each other and assorted Apple devices as we tried to focus on the task at hand – silencing multiple Apple devices.
I fell out of bed this morning enthused by the prospect of today being both April Fool’s Day and also the bunny’s bottom of the Easter holiday. So is today officially Easter Fool’s Day? Or is it the first Monday after the Assumption of Chocolate Consumption? I pondered this quandary until I grew bored. To be honest, I was practicing diversion techniques. The job I was postponing was to continue my share of the family’s work; a demolition project on an egg considerably larger than anything produced by the long-extinct giant elephant bird.
Carrying on from where I left off… we were in Hong Kong and once the gas reached the restaurant we thought briefly about the lunch special but decided against it. (I hate onions).
We returned to Great Britain (or Blighty the Mighty), in time for the Olympic Games closing ceremony.
The Olympic games have lifted off and before they bottom out, I’m already regretting not spending even more of my life online trying to secure tickets to events.
Lech Waduster stared at the lock, snorted and barked at us not to touch it.
Priti Manek stumbled, dropped the coins he was clutching and crouched close to the floor of the carriage. We leaned forward in our seats and helpfully pointed to where his coins had rolled, smiled and then sat back in our seats to continue admiring the view from the elevated track into the grounds of the Antwerp Zoo below us.