Juice [# 17]
I'm continuing to enjoy the luxurious new car I've bought. I'm very pleased with it. It was funny though, I was listening to my flatmates talk about buying cars and one thing I became aware of was the importance of image. Not being a chap who cares in slightest about showing off, image wasn't even something I'd considered when I was looking for a car.I really should have learnt my lesson though. I once had a date (yes they do happen very ocassionally - even for me!) where as soon as she saw my car of the time, she legged it down the street and round the corner and I never heard from her again. She didn't exactly break into a sprint while shrieking, but it was fairly close. It was quite a tatty car. I like to think it just wasn't my time just yet.
Anyway, with this new car I now feel supremely confident that the young women will be rapidly wooed and won't be able to resist my luxurious appointments and inestimable skills (I'm famous among my friends for being able to make my own carpet slippers). Oh, yes, I'm sure my next posting will have lots of exciting tales.
That's if I live to tell the tale. Kiwi driving can be quite erratic. The biggest difference from England though is that there is no real courtesy culture. Back home people are always flashing you if you want to pull out or cross the street. Here it's every man for himself. Even for an Englishman I have quite a well developed sense of politeness (over developed maybe?) so you can imagine how terribly difficult it is for me having to unlearn it and (horror) drive past people without letting them out. I'm constantly apologising! I've tried lots but they seem so shocked someone's letting them out of a side turning they stall the engine or just gawp in confusion at what I'm trying to do.
Well, we're well into the cricket season. Allegedly.
We've had 2 games and 3 have been cancelled due to pouring rain. It's been hosing down with rain again and there's been no chance of playing. It's the middle of November - supposedly early summer - equivalent to May in England.On the news last night was an article about icebergs being visible from Dunedin on the south Island! They've floated for 5 years to get there. That's roughly equivalent to icebergs floating south from the arctic to Biarritz in France!
Whatever next? Icebergs in Wellington harbour? (This is my idea of what we might be in for).
We've had 2 games and 3 have been cancelled due to pouring rain. It's been hosing down with rain again and there's been no chance of playing. It's the middle of November - supposedly early summer - equivalent to May in England.On the news last night was an article about icebergs being visible from Dunedin on the south Island! They've floated for 5 years to get there. That's roughly equivalent to icebergs floating south from the arctic to Biarritz in France!
Whatever next? Icebergs in Wellington harbour? (This is my idea of what we might be in for).Yesterday the rain hammered down again but today it was burning hot and I've got a red neck
(nothing to do with my ancestry).
Some craftsmen were carving stone sculptures in Wellington.
This is the waterfront with Te Papa, the national museum in the background.
(nothing to do with my ancestry).
Some craftsmen were carving stone sculptures in Wellington.
This is the waterfront with Te Papa, the national museum in the background.Bit of bad news. I went to see the British Lions get obliterated by the Kiwis at the Tri Nations rugby last week. That was a bit miserable, but I also lost my mobile phone. It must have slipped off my belt. I didn't use it very much but it's still annoying. I phoned vodafone to block it and they said some mongrel had used all my credit already! (They didn't use those exact words but you know what I mean).
Oh, well. Such is life.
I've mentioned before that Marguerite my boss has introduced me to the exquisite delights of juicing. She bought a state of the art piece of engineering for work so we can juice fruit and veg in a a stylish and optimally efficent way. This was fine for me for a while. For a time this was sufficient. I was ok with maybe one or two glasses of juice a week. But then I found myself looking on Trade Me (NZ's equivalent of ebay), then a couple of weeks ago I succumbed and bought a juicer of my own. It cost me just 12 dollars for a Kenwood model and now I juice constantly. I'm having to admit it to myself and now I'm admitting it on my blog - My name is Colin Pells and I'm a Juice-a-holic. (Gasps of horror all around). Yes, I know. It started innocently enough. But I was vulnerable. It made me feel good. O, so good. At first I just liked it, but then I started having cravings, I fantasised that the glass of wine I was drinking was infact a tall, straight, cool glass of freshly squeezed carrot, orange, apple and ginger juice. I want more. It makes me feel so good. I can't help myself. I think I'm out of control. I don't know what to do. Now I have a car I go down to the vegge market and load up the boot with bags of carrots, oranges, cucumbers, - basically if it's got juice in it, I'll squeeze it out. Sometimes I miss meals and just drink juice. Can this really be good for me?
We'll see what becomes of me.
Other news:
Marguerite has asked me to take the photographs at her wedding next month! Not something I've done before (usually I'm keyboard player/stationary designer/usher. - Yes I know - always the usher - never the groom etc). But she wouldn't have asked me if she thought I was a complete blithering idiot and not capable - would she? Would she!
We went karting the other day to celebrate Mat's birthday (one of my flatmates). Sorry about the quality of photography, I was still amped with adrenaline after coming second out of 15 people!
Kiwidiom
Week 3 : Skiting
Bragging, boasting.
Example: Bernard was always skiting about the trout he'd once caught using a safety pin and a ball of string.
Skiting. NB - nothing to do with skiing or kiting.
posted by col @ 3:08 pm
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