Worthy Pursuits [chough!!}

Wednesday. Lets see.

Got up.  Coughed up green stuff.  Had breakfast.  Of grapefruit and stir-fry garlic, ginger, broccoli carrots and almonds.  [what? Who are you calling weird??]

And tea. Lots of tea.

Got email about press conference.  Got another email asking about rumours about Richard Worth.

Cried off press conference as I seem to have a factory producing radioactive slimy kryptonite somewhere in my lungs.

Got tape of press conference.  Apparently worth has done unspecified Bad Things and is being stood down.

Way to go, PM’s office.  Excellent damage control. You just set half the journalists in the country chasing every possible rumour about Worth. It's not like we had a lot on, anyway.

Got a couple more phone calls asking about various rumours about Richard Worth. I wheeze some I have heard.

By lunchtime I’ve heard half a dozen new rumours about Worth and I’m not even in Parliament Buildings.

Wrote column about superannuation.  Talked to some economists.

Went to doctor. Tell him I’m feeling better, he says no I don’t and writes out a scrip.

 Then he quizzes me about Richard Worth rumours.

 

From Emma Jayne Cranston's Reference Book

From a book what I read on the weekend.....

OLIVIER, Sir Lawrence

Thirty years on, there’s still a kind of kinship that separates those who saw Larry’s Oedipus from those who didn’t…Will anyone who was there ever forget Larry’s ear-splitting scream of anguish which all but took the roof off the New Theatre?  I once asked Larry where he’d discovered that terrible noise.  It was the cry of a bull moose caught by the knackers in a trap, he told me, a ghastly high-pitched wail of agony he’d first heard when hunting in Canada as a young man. 

Larry gives each word of a part a unique rasp of danger which is his and his alone, and yet – and this is the really extraordinary thing about him – when he’s sitting quietly on the train to Brighton, if it wasn’t for his enormous false nose, his stage makeup and his habit of suddenly bellowing like a bull moose caught by the knackers, he could be mistaken for any other commuter on his way home after a hard day as the office.

 

Kee--A!!

Ele @ Home paddock ran into a kea on Rob Roy glacier...I ran into this one, same spot, at the end of June a last year... probably a  rellie. 

Kiwi Music Month 3 songs for final day - 3 - The Clean: "Anything Could Happen"

Ahh... One of those 'moment' songs. Straight out of school, straight out of the country, to Wellington Polytech journalism course. Walking down Devon St to Polytech and hearing this coming out of one of the student flats and thinking, that's just how I feel....

Kiwi Music Month 3 songs for final day - 2 The Verlaines - Doomsday

Kiwi Music Month 3 songs for final day - 1: Look Blue Go Purple perform "In Your Favour"