So somehow I ended up on this Coca-Cola New Zealand mailing list and a couple of days ago they informed the masses that “One of New Zealand’s favourite beverages of the 80′s [sic] is back by popular demand to quench your thirst this summer.” It turns out this “favourite beverage” is Mello Yello, which was [...]
Tonight I found myself having a major craving for the National Young Writers Festival. It’s on again this year, starting Thursday, but I won’t be there. I was thinking back to the first one I went to in 2001, only a few weeks after 9/11. I was the big thing I did in Australia before [...]
I went to Newmarket today. I’d heard rumours, but I didn’t realise how posh it had got. Why, I remember in the ’80s when Newmarket was old and rickety and the plastic shop was located in the sloping stalls of the old Rialto cinema. There’s been a lot of development down Nuffield Street. It used [...]
One laundry day, a few months ago, I was wearing the polarfleece with my employer’s logo on it. The lady at the Chinese laundry saw it and got rather excited. She asked me if I was on television or… you know, the other sort of television job. I think I disappointed her when I revealed [...]
I never really used to be into graffiti much. I couldn’t differentiate between some angry 14-year-old tagging a bus stop and someone like Askew doing a really awesome piece. But one day a few years ago, Dylz introduced me to Askew (and told me his terrible, terrible secret from the dark history of TV3) and [...]
Last night I went to a work do, which comprised of a three-hour tour – a three-hour tour – of the Waitemata Harbour. While it was raining a bit, the weather didn’t get rough and the reasonably small boat didn’t get tossed. Instead we all had a rather good time. There was music and dancing [...]
ITEM: I finally got around to watching “The Lost Boys”. When it came out in 1987, I was far too young and girly to see it (“The Labyrinth”, yes. Hot teen vampires, no). Highlights included: – When Corey and Corey’s characters meet for the first time. Their eyes lock over a rack of comic books. [...]
1976 must have been a magical golden year or something, because I know all these cool people who have turned 30 this year. As a 31-year-old, I feel it is my duty to lead them through this coming of age. Last night was James’ 30th, and he had a totally awesome party. There was a [...]