Friday, July 17, 2009

The Bledisloe


Twenty years ago, the All Blacks could field players with half a leg missing and still beat the Wallabies.

Would that were still the case. Here's hoping tomorrow night is a goodie. Pity its not in Dunedin. I don't buy this "Eden Park jinx" on the Wallabies. They're Aussies, they don't like the cold. Put 'em on an Otago pitch with a southerly roaring, that'll learn 'em.

Wednesday, July 08, 2009

View from lounge, earlier today...

Lake Tekapo - its a photo, not a water colour. Looking all postcardy...

Monday, June 29, 2009

The whole 'where were you and what were you doing when you first heard....' etc etc

...which people already seem to be doing over Michael Jackson.

People only seem to talk about this when someone famous karks it - there doesn't seem so much talk about other momentous events, like, for example, the fall of the Berlin Wall (which affected me quite deeply at the time, much more so than the death of any celebrity ever did).

Spinning the memory dial back, I remember Elvis dying, because it was the first I'd ever heard of the guy - I'd just turned 13 and although I remember 'Suspicious Minds' vividly from around the time I started school the name of the singer never really registered.

I was milking cows when I first heard John Lennon was shot. Dad was ill with leptospirosis and I was doing the evening milking with Grandpa. 'Mind Games' was on the radio and I remember thinking that was an unusual tune for 1ZB to be playing during drivetime. Then Mark Bennett came on and said Lennon had been killed.

Princess Di? This will sound horrible to some people, but when I first heard she had been injured in a car accident (it wasn't clear she was dead at that point) my first reaction was 'Brilliant - I wonder what spin-meister came up with that idea'. A cynical blackhearted journalist's response, maybe, but the more I saw of her the more I thought she was a spoilt and manipulative little tart. (Not a fan of Charles either - I think he's a drip).

Went for a run, came back and flicked on the teev and they said she was dead. Felt a little bit guilty about my earlier reaction - I think its wrong to celebrate or even mock the death of anyone, unless they're in the Stalin/Hitler category. The ensuring global emotional spasm though seemed to be to be a symptom of a deep underlying mental illness.

Similarly with the Michael Jackson overkill. Shame the guy is dead, and all, but the widespread level of emotional identification there seems to be with people this famous strikes me as perhaps the most psychologically unhealthy aspects of our age - for the famed one as well as for those who adore the famed one.

So..on a lighter note - Armstrong and Miller's take on the "where were you/what were you doing when your heard JFK was shot?"
WARNING - its fairly rude.


Friday, June 26, 2009

Another Angel

I see Farrah Fawcett has died.  'Charlie's Angels', which made her name, first appeared on NZ tv in 1977, around the same time I turned 13 and the old hormones kicked in. 

 She was very much the star of the programme, particularly with the guys. Although a lot of my schoolmates were rather keen on her, personally I always  preferred the Kate Jackson character.

Moments like this often throw things into perspective.  In retrospect, it was the start of a lifetime of preferring smart but awkward women ahead of the more glamorous types.  

For some reason...


...the last two didn't appear in the previous post.   So here they are again - jet over Mt Cook, and what I think must be one of the world's best drives, across the McKenzie Basin. 

Holiday pics...

...and why blogger wouldn't let me upload them last night but did it in a trice this morning I don't know. 

And isn't getting a slide film difficult these days?  Went into a pharmacy in Christchurch, asked the assistant for a slide film and got a blank baffled look. 'What treatment is that for?' she asked, after a very long pause. 

Anyhoo...


1. Snowstorm approaching Aspiring Hut, around 3pm 15 June 09.



2. North Temple Valley Basin. Those are frozen waterfalls you can see on the rock.  The river (to the right) had also frozen.  There was no wind.  This photo only begins to capture how magnificent it was.









3.  Jet over Mt Cook. 















4.  The world's greatest drive?  Mackenzie Basin, north of Twizel looking towards Cook and Tekapo. 

Monday, June 22, 2009

Thoughts from a holiday....

  1. It was very nice.
  2. I'm not there any more.
  3. Damn.