Archive for June, 2005

Bang

If LiveJournal had categories (and I suspect it may have just introduced something like them) I would surely make frequent use of one called “When something goes wrong in Robyn’s flat.”

See, it’s an old building. It has polished wooden floors that little insecty things enjoy snacking upon. It has mysteriously sagging ceilings and light switches that light themselves. And, as I discovered last night, dodgy wiring.

I had the heater, my shiny new dehumidifier, and my electric blanket running, each plugged into a power point in a different room with no trouble. Then I went into the kitchen, filled up the jug and turned it on. Sooner after doing that I heard a loud pop/bang noise. A fuse had blown, taking out the power to four of the six power points in my flat (though, mercifully, leaving the fridge and the TV merrily humming along).

So this morning, after consulting with my own personal electric engineer (aka Dad), I took a look at the fuse in question, but it didn’t look blown - neither did any of the other fuses. I replaced all the fuse wires just to be on the safe (?) side, but still no power.

I suspect it’s something to do with this being an old building and probably having mysterious wiring that probably results in me having my neighbours hot water hooked up to my power supply, while my blown fuse can probably be located in a parallel universe.

Sometimes I daydream about living in a nice, new pad without drafts, sudden leaks or things that go bang. Occasionally I dream about owning property (Single, lowish income, living in Auckland? Dream on!), but until such dreams come true, I’m OK living in my old place.

An unpaid advertisement

I had a request from one of my homeboys to promote an auction he’s running on Trade Me. Now, I don’t normally do this (and people don’t normally ask me), but in this case I’m willing to make an exception because I think this is rather choice.

See, my amigo is auctioning off “tickets” to his flatwarming party at his whare in Wellington this weekend. The theme is famous New Zealanders and there will apparently be plenty of sexy bitches there. It’s guaranteed to be a good time and there will be booze and nibbles. I know for a fact that he does bloody good parties, so this ought to be good.

And who knows, you may be able to corner said homie and say, “TELL ME UR ROBYN STORIES!!!!!” Or maybe not.

Anyway, details of this diabolical deal can be found here.

Paper, pens, scissors

ITEM: I spent last week at te whare whanau in Raggiz. I discovered that TV2 is now showing the new series of Australian Big Brother at noon every week day. It’s brilliant. There were twins masquerading as one guy and everyone are dirty hos and shower with no clothes on.

ITEM: I got a copy of my credit report. By law, credit check agencies now have to provide you with a free copy of the information they hold on you. My credit report has only been requested thrice, all in 1998 when I opened a bank account, bought a cellphone, and got a couch in hire purchase. Since then, The Man has not been interested in me. The report also notes that “NO ADVERSE INFORMATION COULD BE FOUND ON THE SUBJECT.” How dull!

ITEM: I watched the first two episodes of “The League Of Gentlemen” on DVD. It’s this BBC comedy series first made around the time my credit record was being checked, and is curious blend of sketch comedy/horror/mysterious unknown element that makes it great. It makes me desire a decent New Zealand sketch comedy series (early Havoc was promising).

ITEM: I have a dehumidifier. It has gleefully reduced the humidity in my boudoir from over 80% to about 55% now. This is excellent as I was not looking forward to a winter of moisture.

ITEM: Oh, wow! There’s a new series of NZ Idol starting soon. Are all the potential contestants crossing their fingers and praying to the Baby Jesus that they don’t win and instead come second? Stay tuned to the NZ Idol LJ community for expert crackpot theories, professional arse analysis and more.

ITEM: My parents have Sky and it seems to be stuck on the Living channel. As a result I am now au fait with a few scrapbooking terms. For example, if you write some bad poetry on a piece of paper using a gold pen and glue this into your scrapbook, this is called “journalling”. If you want to make your special wedding anniversary page look even more special, you can stick this semi-opaque paper called vellum over the top of it. You can also stick love hearts and teddy bears on vellum and do some journalling for that extra special touch.

ITEM: I’m also au fait with su doku, but for the record I would like to state that I am not doing any bandwagon jumping here. Oh no. See, I’m old school and have been inserting numbers in grids since back when they were called “Number Place” puzzles in Dell puzzle magazines. This means I’m really cool, right?

A state of shock

The New Zealand metaller community is in a state of shock as they happened to see the cover of this week’s Woman’s Weekly. (It was an accident. Their partner bought a copy and left it lying around on the coffee table in plain view of the metaller community.)

This week’s Weekly cover star is Ms Nicky Watson, all made up in her drag-queenesque make-up from the celebrity dancing show. But what’s shocking is the inset photo - OMG, it’s Shelton, the drummer from Blindspott!

Shelton has a story to tell. See, he was going out with Nicky, but then she started to get aloof and cool and then his mate told him that - are you ready to hear this? - Nicky was seeing that judge from the dancing show.

Poor Shel’.

So he did what any jilted lover would do - he told his story to a women’s magazine.

Wait - that’s not right, because in New Zealand, jilted lovers don’t go telling their exclusive love confessions to magazines. People only do that when they have something specific to promote, and they certainly don’t do it if they are an active member of the New Zealand metaller community.

But it actually looks like he may be breaking new ground by a) being a rock guy telling his story to a woman’s magazine, and b) not having anything specific to promote (though a new Blindspott album can’t be far off, right?)

I had to investigate further and found a copy of the Woman’s Weekly and read the article. It was written in the “as told to…” style, where a skilled journalist takes his bitter tale and crafts it into a riveting yarn.

For those who aren’t regular Weekly readers, highlights of the article were:

On hearing that Nicky was seeing another man: “I felt like throwing up. I dry-retched and my hands moved to the tattoo on my lower belly that I had dedicated to Nicky. It says ‘fidele a l’amour” - French for ‘faithful to love’.”

On their early courtship: “I never thought Nicky was interested in me. We were simply mates and when she asked me to go to [the Erotica expo] again the following day, I was happy to go.”

On the early media interest in their relationship: “Now I know that Matthew [Ridge] was going through and I have so much respect for him and the way he handled it.”

On privacy: “Nicky and I were very private about our love and never talked about it or went out to show each other off. It was nobody’s business.”

On pipe dreams: “We were so in love and had started playing around with the idea of marriage and babies. ‘When I look in your eyes, I can see my children,’ Nicky told me. ‘You’ll be such a good dad.’”

On a magazine article where Nicky was supposed to be promoting her radio DJ gig: “When I saw the magazine, I couldn’t believe it. I was all about our relationship, with barely anything else. I thought Nicky hated the paparazzi as much as I did.”

On overcoming suspicion: “She even took me to a dance lesson to meet Kiel [her dance partner from the TV show]. He was a good bloke and our dads had played rugby together.”

On priorities: “Just before Nicky and I went to Wellington, I went to visit a young Blindspott fan who had cancer and was in Starship children’s hospital. His mum got pretty upset so we went out for lunch and I forgot I was supposed to meet Nicky.”

On defiant gestures: “As I knocked on the door, Nicky and Brendan [her new beau] arrived in a car. [I] knew what I wanted to do - but I’d learned from Nicky and Charlotte [Dawson!] that reacting like that wasn’t good. I pulled up my hoodie and walked away.

On regret: “In a way, I wish this had never happened, because I’m just a kid from west Auckland who was sucked into a big media machine and spat out on the other side.”

On the bright side: “I’ll get some good songs out of this, that’s for sure.”

There’s also an account of Nicky’s accommodation situation during her Shelton period. She was living with Matthew Ridge, then spent some time at a house her ex-husband owned, then moved in with Shelton at his parents’ place (hot), then finally went flatting with Dawson.

The best part of the article, however, is one of Shelton’s “private pics” showing Nicky throwin’ the westside gang sign. Uh. Yeah. Westside 4 life, etc.

But let us leave the last words to Ms Watson herself. She’s also this week’s cover star of Max, a freebie newspaper. This time, in the name of promoting some charitable act, she engages in a brief question and answer session:

Max: “What did you want to be as a little girl?”
Nicky: “I wanted to marry my dad, that’s all I wanted - not very career orientated.”