Robyn Gallagher

Robyn's Secret Passage

Month: August, 2004

To somewhere

There’s this thing about how large shops put a lot of science behind the in-store music. Tunes are picked to quicken the pace during the busy times, and to inspire during quieter times. Today I stopped in to Foodtang to pick up some toilet paper. It was very ordinary, very Thursday morning. A young woman [...]

Attracted by the sheen of gold

Twenty years ago, during the 1984 Olympic in Los Angeles, I was on a Brownie camp. While my fellow Brownies and I were off dancing around the paper mache mushroom, or whatever it was that we did on those camps, one of the leaders was off in her car listening to the radio. Suddenly she [...]

O is for Olga

I stayed up too late last night watching the women’s shot put finals. I was initially interested in it because Valerie Adams had made it through to the final and I wanted to see how she’d do, but after I started watching it for a while, I noticed an interesting thing: there were a lot [...]

Thighs

I saw a little bit of the Olympic opening ceremony this morning before work. The action briefly cut back to the New Zealand studio and one of the commentators mentioned that there had been complaints about the footage shown of the New Zealand team marching around the stadium. Specifically, that flagbearer Beatrice Faumuina had barely [...]

Start your day the voodoo zombie way

From the side of the Special K box I stole from the Kellogg’s stand at the Food Show: Pour on some skim milk and the peach and apricot pieces come to life. Yes, that’s right. Skim milk acts as a reanimator. If I have the time I may drive out to my grandparents grave and [...]

Surfing and spying

I’ve recently seen two movies that included songs by The Go-Go’s on their soundtrack. I originally got into The Go-Go’s after I was wowed by the opening montage sequence of “Fast Times At Ridgemont High,” which introduces the fast-living high school students in their after-school mall jobs, while “We’ve Got The Beat” plays, so it’s [...]

Veinity

The blood donation squad were at work today. Apparently none of the other captioneurs and captioneusses had donated, so I thought I’d better get along there and squeeze out a few drops to help the sick kiddies, or whoever. The squad had set up their tables and stuff in the marae. I’d never been in [...]