Robyn Gallagher

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Month: February, 2005

The good doctor

I woke up on my bathroom floor. The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was an ant crawling over an empty toilet roll. The last thing I remembered was taking my fifteenth tab of acid during the elimination section of “Miss Popularity” (Who got kicked out? Was it An-Ya?). Scribblings in my [...]

Ex marks the spot

I finished work at five o’clock and scurried down the valley and up to Real Groovy because the Shins were playing a little show there. I managed to catch about five songs and it was lovely. It was pretty hot in there, but the windows were open, fans were on and a gentle summer breeze [...]

Live Aid

I spent last weekend watching the Live Aid DVD. I had been planning on going out and doing stuff (and indeed I did get a bit of stuff done on Sunday), but once I started watching it, I soon realised that I would have to watch all four discs. There was no other way. I [...]

Wanderin’

I decided to check my post office box to see if any Valentines had arrived early. There weren’t any (WTF?!) but I realised I needed to buy some fair trade coffee, so I walked on to Trade Aid in Ponsonby. After that I decided to go to Real Groovy to see if they had any [...]

Hair

I’d noticed a woman on the bus that I get to work when I’m doing the early morning shift. She’s probably in her late 30s, if not 40, is nicely groomed, wears smart business clothes and has long hair just past her shoulders. One day she sat in front of me and I spent the [...]

Orange aid

I just saw an item on the late news about this MP who’d recently been involved in a car accident as a result of drink driving. He was a reformed man now and this was driven home by a close-up shot of him pouring a glass of orange juice. Why is orange juice the default [...]

Lost in translation

Here’s an approximate translation of yesterday’s entry: I speak French (me neither) It was very hot and humid today. When I left the office at 3.30, it was like leaving an aeroplane in a place like Thailand or Hawaii, but it was Auckland, city of humidity. I was subtitling a television programme with lots of [...]

Je parle français (moi non plus)

Il était très chaud et humide aujord’hui. Quand je suit pari de bureau à 15h30, il s’est senti comme je laissais un avion et marchais dans un pays comme la Thaïlande ou Hawaï, mais c’était Auckland, la ville de l’humidité. J’ai sous-titré une émission télévisée avec beaucoup de français dans elle, et j’ai été étonné [...]

Happy birfday, dear Auckland.

To celebrate the 165th anniversary of the founding of Auckland, I decided to visit the three attractions at Western Springs. MOTAT The last time I visited MOTAT was… probably sometime in the late ’80s, so I was expecting it to be different from then. But strangely enough, it wasn’t. The place was dirty, dusty and [...]