28.12.04
So this is Sydney
So this is Sydney. I have to admit that I am liking it a great deal. Thank you to everyone involved so far, especially Debbie and Andrew.
14.12.04
the first mince pie
Some of you may know about the importance of the first mince pie of the Christmas, and how it defines the start of my Christmas season. The only rule is that you are not allowed to buy it yourself, it has to be given (afterall that is the spirit of the season). A late start this year, but I have just chomped through my first and having wiped my sticky fingers on my tousers I have the pleasure of reporting that this Christmas should be a good one.
9.12.04
Fashion.
Who starts the trends anyway? Does it matter, or does it just give you a couple of extra brownie points when, at the pub, you casually remark that reason you wear your jeans a couple of sizes too big with no belt is your way of displaying solidarity to the LA brothers whose belts are conviscated when they are locked up. Because that is where it comes from.
Apparently.
Try telling this to the punks loitering on your local street corner and they'll probably stare at you blankly then politely ask you to move along.
My thoughts on this are exactly those of Banksy (where I learnt this titbit):
"Fuck hip hop, wear a belt".
Apparently.
Try telling this to the punks loitering on your local street corner and they'll probably stare at you blankly then politely ask you to move along.
My thoughts on this are exactly those of Banksy (where I learnt this titbit):
"Fuck hip hop, wear a belt".
29.11.04
My first groupie
The strangest thing happened today. I met my first fan. Believe it or not a French tourist came into the office today wanting to take one of the posters I designed for the City Council's "Waterwise Campaign" that she has seen on the street earlier today, back to France to hang in her bathroom. How could I refuse? It is a great feeling to know that somewhere in central Europe there is a bit of work (I'd like to call it art) with my name on it that someone wanted strongly enough to track the designer down.
That, and ProDesign phoning me for an interview… All in all not a bad week.
That, and ProDesign phoning me for an interview… All in all not a bad week.
23.11.04
update
I suppose I ought to fill you in. These last few weeks I have been exploring new things. Pushing limits. Seeing just how well oiled this machine really is.
The Molesworth Muster, if I haven't gone on about it enough already, was a whole heap of fun, despite hitting the wall about 3 hours in.
We drove in on the Friday night, 515 of us, and set up what I can only describe as a shanty town in the middle of nowhere. As the sun set the valley floor was lit with the subtle glow of backlit tents and gas cookers as competitors carbed-up for the race ahead.
Half-5 has never been my favorite time of day. I doubt it ever will. Even the sun creeping into a bluebird sky does little to improve my mood after a rather broken nights sleep that echoed with the rain on the tent walls. Give me a few hours, the colours brightening, the air warming and the prospect of a hefty dose of excitement things began to improve.
Not having done much training, (ok, I'll be entirely honest: not having done any training) I decided to take it easy and see how the first hill felt; but a third of the way up I was overtaken by a young whipper-snapper and that was it. In hot pursuit I zoomed my way to the top feeling like a million dollars (which in the current exchange market can just about buy you a large popcorn at the cinema). A super-sketchy loose gravel downhill and I was away. So much for easy street. The legs kicked into gear and away I zoomed. In retrospect the zooming might have been a much a bit soon. I have never been much of a middle ground guy. It's all or nothing. So after three hours giving it my all in the hot and dusty mountains there was nothing left and all the overtaking I have done was then undone. I kept the delirium away by cheering myself on until Hamner popped into view. One last roller-coaster downhill planted with rocks that could eat a small child and I was free from the saddle of pain. 4 hours and 22 minutes. The bike is still in bits in the garage. I am not really that tempted to get on yet.
This weekend couldn't have been more different. Nelson was playing host to "Flat Out". An Ultimate Frisbee beach competition with over 100 players from all over the country. Including a certain Englishman. Any excuse to go to Nelson. It never disappoints me. This was no exception.
7 games on the first day meant that by the end I had a much better clue what the hell I was doing, and what I should be doing. But these legs don't do much running normally, and certainly not barefoot on the beach, which if you haven't done it, and I mean really done it, comes as something as a shock.
The second day had us (Evil Green) play another 5 games, by which time some of the muscles in my body that had decided they would keep a low profile a few years back jumped up and began a large scale protest. We didn't win. In fact we came last. But I do know that our team had the most fun on that beach. Team sculptures, chants and a whole host of games that I had never even imagined possible, and a bunch a new friends. So much help, support and advice. You guys rule. Thank you. This is a sport that rocks, just you wait till I nail my forehand. It is not the end of it.
The Molesworth Muster, if I haven't gone on about it enough already, was a whole heap of fun, despite hitting the wall about 3 hours in.
We drove in on the Friday night, 515 of us, and set up what I can only describe as a shanty town in the middle of nowhere. As the sun set the valley floor was lit with the subtle glow of backlit tents and gas cookers as competitors carbed-up for the race ahead.
Half-5 has never been my favorite time of day. I doubt it ever will. Even the sun creeping into a bluebird sky does little to improve my mood after a rather broken nights sleep that echoed with the rain on the tent walls. Give me a few hours, the colours brightening, the air warming and the prospect of a hefty dose of excitement things began to improve.
Not having done much training, (ok, I'll be entirely honest: not having done any training) I decided to take it easy and see how the first hill felt; but a third of the way up I was overtaken by a young whipper-snapper and that was it. In hot pursuit I zoomed my way to the top feeling like a million dollars (which in the current exchange market can just about buy you a large popcorn at the cinema). A super-sketchy loose gravel downhill and I was away. So much for easy street. The legs kicked into gear and away I zoomed. In retrospect the zooming might have been a much a bit soon. I have never been much of a middle ground guy. It's all or nothing. So after three hours giving it my all in the hot and dusty mountains there was nothing left and all the overtaking I have done was then undone. I kept the delirium away by cheering myself on until Hamner popped into view. One last roller-coaster downhill planted with rocks that could eat a small child and I was free from the saddle of pain. 4 hours and 22 minutes. The bike is still in bits in the garage. I am not really that tempted to get on yet.
This weekend couldn't have been more different. Nelson was playing host to "Flat Out". An Ultimate Frisbee beach competition with over 100 players from all over the country. Including a certain Englishman. Any excuse to go to Nelson. It never disappoints me. This was no exception.
7 games on the first day meant that by the end I had a much better clue what the hell I was doing, and what I should be doing. But these legs don't do much running normally, and certainly not barefoot on the beach, which if you haven't done it, and I mean really done it, comes as something as a shock.
The second day had us (Evil Green) play another 5 games, by which time some of the muscles in my body that had decided they would keep a low profile a few years back jumped up and began a large scale protest. We didn't win. In fact we came last. But I do know that our team had the most fun on that beach. Team sculptures, chants and a whole host of games that I had never even imagined possible, and a bunch a new friends. So much help, support and advice. You guys rule. Thank you. This is a sport that rocks, just you wait till I nail my forehand. It is not the end of it.
9.11.04
exibition and things
10 days on I seem to have been healing quite nicely. I even got a good 55km road-ride in the other day in preparation for the big event. I have to admit that it seems a little out of my league, but what-the-hell. If my brother can ride across America I am pretty sure I can deal with a day in the hills. Right?
Christchurch, like most places in the world, is now decorated in its Christmas regalia (it is November after all) ,and, although usually not one to be that Christmassy more than 2 weeks before the event, my tune has changed this year. I imagine this is more to do with the fluttering of my banners from hundreds of flag poles around the garden city than anything else. I like to think of it as my first exhibition, anonymous though it is.
Christchurch, like most places in the world, is now decorated in its Christmas regalia (it is November after all) ,and, although usually not one to be that Christmassy more than 2 weeks before the event, my tune has changed this year. I imagine this is more to do with the fluttering of my banners from hundreds of flag poles around the garden city than anything else. I like to think of it as my first exhibition, anonymous though it is.
30.10.04
Crashpian
I was doing a bit of afterwork training for the Molesworth x-country race in a couple of weeks; riding up on Godley head (hills on the edge of town, overlooking the sea) with Rowan. Lost my front wheel on a bit of gravel (Gravel! Come on! Why would anyone put gravel down in the bush??) and used the not-so-popular Front Elbow Brake™ and back Knee Brake to scrub my speed. I spent most of the night being cleaned up in hospital, and acting as a pin cushion for a lovely trainee nurse practicing her suturing. I hope my 6 (plus the 3 or 4 that had to be taken out that weren't quite right) helped her training. Hopefully it doesn't screw everything up.
28.10.04
Summer has arrived.
Maybe not strictly speaking, but my first surf in a while and I wasn't frozen to the core. gotta be a good sign. And some mtb too, all in preperation for the 80k x-country race in a couple of weeks. Mind you I don't think I will be racing much. I plan to take my camera and shoot some the the country that you don't get to play in much (private land).
Hanging out to read cousin Heyrick's book that I hear is winging its way over here. [ plug: Baghdad Business School, Eye Books, see Amazon…]
Been inspired by David Carson. Can't stop.
Hanging out to read cousin Heyrick's book that I hear is winging its way over here. [ plug: Baghdad Business School, Eye Books, see Amazon…]
Been inspired by David Carson. Can't stop.
8.10.04
Hands on
With too much time at my computer fondling my mouse I began to get a few strange feelings in my body that weren't that comfortable. While such behaviour might be commonplace at some Hollywood parties it isn't quite my thang, so I went and had my first professional massage. What a difference a pro makes. Now, with my hands on something a little more friendly things are a little more easy.
Pine are coming to town this weekend, and as one of my favorite bands, I am going to have a blast no matter what. Come and join me if you are in the area.
Pine are coming to town this weekend, and as one of my favorite bands, I am going to have a blast no matter what. Come and join me if you are in the area.
5.10.04
FINALLY
FINALLY. The Christchurch City Council Annual Report is done. Finito! It has been a millstone around my neck for the last 3 weeks.
Hello world. I'm back.
Hello world. I'm back.
4.10.04
Step away from the vessel
Quite whose idea it was to drive to Timaru on Saturday night for a party is a mystery to me. I think I ought not to make decisions when I am holding drink in my hand (an am holding a few more inside me). "Step away from the vessel"
Not that it wasn't a good idea really. I just haven't been feeling Bristol recently. There is some kind of plague going around this island right now and I might just have caught a whiff of it (thanks to contagious Sian, our resident petri-dish). As a result I called it a night just as the night brought its friends to the party. It was good to get out of town even if only for a few hours – a break from the endless Annual Report that has been clutching at my legs like a sticky child, spreading chocolate over my shins with soggy fingers. 1 more day of it then I can be myself once more. And sleep. Yes, sleep would be nice…
Not that it wasn't a good idea really. I just haven't been feeling Bristol recently. There is some kind of plague going around this island right now and I might just have caught a whiff of it (thanks to contagious Sian, our resident petri-dish). As a result I called it a night just as the night brought its friends to the party. It was good to get out of town even if only for a few hours – a break from the endless Annual Report that has been clutching at my legs like a sticky child, spreading chocolate over my shins with soggy fingers. 1 more day of it then I can be myself once more. And sleep. Yes, sleep would be nice…
30.9.04
1more year
A year older. Apparently. But I won't admit to being any wiser. I have just about recovered from what can only be described as a weekend of fantastic birthday celebrations. There was a Brighton Office Party (any one fond of The Office should've play along next time, which happens to be tomorrow night) on Friday which went on into the wee hours, with a random collection of musical instruments and singing. Followed by the piece de resistance on Saturday.
Everytime I have visited the very good (and new) bar that a good friend works in the night has skyrocketed, and this was no exception. Thanks to the buddies who turned up and looked after me. Yup. One day I will find out what was in that 'special birthday treat'.
From there we headed to see Fat Freddies Drop. How special can it get, having one of your favorite bands playing just for you. In your dreams I know, but it rocked. Despite loosing everyone in the croud, and later my jacket, and my new toys, I had a blast and stumbled home in the blinding sunlight at 7.
All that totally makes up for the massive amount of time I have spent working on the various things at work that I consider pennance for my time off this month. It should be over next week, and then I am sure I will have more adventures to report.
Everytime I have visited the very good (and new) bar that a good friend works in the night has skyrocketed, and this was no exception. Thanks to the buddies who turned up and looked after me. Yup. One day I will find out what was in that 'special birthday treat'.
From there we headed to see Fat Freddies Drop. How special can it get, having one of your favorite bands playing just for you. In your dreams I know, but it rocked. Despite loosing everyone in the croud, and later my jacket, and my new toys, I had a blast and stumbled home in the blinding sunlight at 7.
All that totally makes up for the massive amount of time I have spent working on the various things at work that I consider pennance for my time off this month. It should be over next week, and then I am sure I will have more adventures to report.
9.9.04
8 hours in Bang ok
Thirty-four hours of travel between London and Christchurch. What more can I say? My jet-lagged brain is only just beginning to put the details together. 8 hours in Bangkok (or as I like to call it Bang OK, more on than anoher time), in-flight menus of fishy dishes, in-flight movies featuring Al Barclay (O.H.)
Back in the office for the time being, but really I am in bed. To everyone who played a role in my holidays a big thank you.
Back in the office for the time being, but really I am in bed. To everyone who played a role in my holidays a big thank you.
6.9.04
embrace the cattle trucks of the sky
My summer holidays are now over. It has be an interesting one in more ways than usual.
"What doesn't kill you makes you stronger." Right?
Stand back Gotham City.
Jetlag, Switzerland, V, London, Shopping, Rugby, Netball, a proper pint.
I open my arms and embrace the cattle trucks of the sky; it's time to leave.
"What doesn't kill you makes you stronger." Right?
Stand back Gotham City.
Jetlag, Switzerland, V, London, Shopping, Rugby, Netball, a proper pint.
I open my arms and embrace the cattle trucks of the sky; it's time to leave.
1.9.04
Witzerland
Despite another incidence of lost luggage and the anxiety that it brings with it I made it to witzerland. Now stage 1 of my trip is over. I have returned from the glorious Alps, full of meadows ringing with the melodious sounds of their bells, crystal clear glacial streams tumbling down the valleys. I'll have some photos to show soon no doubt. Stage 2 is to hang about here in London and see what happens. And if the sun continues to shine I am sure it will be just lovely thank you.
24.8.04
One more sleep
More snow and bitterly cold right to your soul, and not in a James Brown kinda way. But what do I care, I am off on holiday in one sleep. Only a 28 hour journey between me and summer. Looking forward to it as only I know how.
PS. Had what I think might just be "the worst haircut ever". Only time will tell if I have been misled. However when the chap cuts his hand with his scissors and bleeds into your hair "but that'll do" you begin to wonder if you have made the right choice. Anyone have a hat? I'll give it back in a month.
PS. Had what I think might just be "the worst haircut ever". Only time will tell if I have been misled. However when the chap cuts his hand with his scissors and bleeds into your hair "but that'll do" you begin to wonder if you have made the right choice. Anyone have a hat? I'll give it back in a month.
16.8.04
Flakes as big as cornflakes
Even more snow! Flakes as big as cornflakes smartening up the city made the walk to work even better. Batten down the hatches; they say it is going to get a whole lot more wintery later in the day. wicked
15.8.04
Weather bomb
The weather bomb arrived, just as they said it would, so plans for a free day riding at Mt Cheesman fell into the gutter. Instead I spent the weekend clearing out the studio (as our days are numbered there) and getting in trouble with the law. I ran a red light by mistake, I an still positive it was green… would you believe it – the car that could've caused me a whole heap more trouble was a police car, lights flashing. I feel so unbelivealby stupid, and lucky to be alive at the same time. I don't even want to enjoy the snow that is falling on the city this evening. Time to dig deep into those pockets again.
I'm with stupid. :o(
I'm with stupid. :o(
11.8.04
9.8.04
Excuses
I know it has been a while between postings. It's a combination of being quite busy at work and trying to keep out of trouble. It is no secret that I will be in UK and Europe in a couple of weeks, and it is even less of a secret that whims like that these cost a wee bit more than a pint and a packet of pork scratchings. However, with plans to launch my own clothing label in the not to distant future (I've met with interested parties already) world domination cannot be too far away
:o)
:o)
19.7.04
Nelson, MTB, Jazz
1 night's sleep. 4 days. At least it might be. Nelson is further away than it was last time. But still sunny. MTB. Goldenhorse. Nathan Haynes. I don't think I quite get jazz. It seems to me that a whole bunch of notes are thrown into the air and are caught on the way down by the musician. Which sounds fine, but doen't make any sense to me. Just when I think I have got it, caught the slippery suckers, everything changes and I am lost again, only this time feeling more sleepy than before. Just like the song "we drove all night" we drove all night to be back in time for work this morning. Stupid. worth repeating: 'tupid. I lay in bed for 2 hours watching the sky change shades of grey without the hint of sleep. but too tired to move. Somehow I ended up doing a full day in the office, but it is mostly a blur, with hot flushes and cold sweats. Not a pretty picture, and about as much use as a tiddly-wink in a canoe.
game over. please insert 2 tokens to continue. have a nice day. and don't forget to brush your hair.
game over. please insert 2 tokens to continue. have a nice day. and don't forget to brush your hair.
29.6.04
The Peculiar Case of Clara Parsons
If there are awards for the best names of productions I think the gold has to go to "The Peculiar Case of Clara Parsons". I went to this 'multimedia story' last night and was blown away. One review described it as "a quixotic, eccentric, inventive, strangely fascinating excursion through madness, loss and love." Quite what that ment is lost on me, but it gets across the weirdness of it all. We all know how scary clowns can be. There was a scary clown inside someones head here too. With hands as big as woks. Very creepy indeed, especially witht the integration of video projectors that swivel to show 360 madness all around you, leaving the audience spinning in their seats just to keep up.
And for those who want a weather update all I can say is it is unusually warm. Which is unusual...
And for those who want a weather update all I can say is it is unusually warm. Which is unusual...
21.6.04
under the weather
Perhaps this is the first time in over 3 years I have felt under the weather... But don't be mistaken in thinking I can't shift it... Just watch this space.
PS new address: 4/288 Hereford Street, Christchurch, NZ.
It's alright.
PS new address: 4/288 Hereford Street, Christchurch, NZ.
It's alright.
8.6.04
The Sounds of the sounds
Just had a great time in the Sounds with m'old mate Ben and Steph. Took some wonderful photos. Caught some fish (a first!) including a red one with eyes as big as jolly rogers. Dolphins. Seals. Sunsets. Reflections. Boats. Kids fishing. Laughing.Sharks. But you'll have to take my word for it all; no photos of any of it. Don't ask me why. I just don't want to talk about it.
1.6.04
The Mt Isobel Challenge.
The challenge started with getting up in the 5's... Not the best time of day believe me, but the cosiness of bed was soon forgotten as I stood 4 hours later at the change-over, waiting for Tony to complete his mountain run, the howling wind, colder than a mouthful of minties blowing through my brain. The weather meant that the runners only did the short course, which, if you ask me, was still maddness: 1000m ascent in 8kms. Who are you kidding. I was fairly happy that gravity and I would be holding hands, like the best of friends, as I whizzed downhill. After all, hadn't just driven halfway up Mt Isobel, and wasn't the finish line at the foot of the mountain? Perhaps I should've had a better look at a map...
Tony appeared through the mist and I took off down the gravel road, but by then the head-wind was so strong that had I stopped peddling like man posessed I'd've stopped. You only had to open your mouth for you lungs to be crammed full of the icy mountain air. After half an hour or so the wind dropped and so did the downhill. Replaced by a granny-wheel grind upwards, replaced by a casual push. I was pretty much at the back of the field where the atmosphere was very laid-back. Chatting to the others about how amazing the views were. Before I knew it I was back on the top of a hill pointing the red devil downwards, bouncing off rocks, heather whipping at my shins, eyeballs rattling in my skull, grinning from muddy ear to muddy ear. A warp speed downhill, second to none that had to be repeated one day. My rather shaky overtaking manuevers were compromised by a flattie, but it didn't really matter as it was more of just a ride with a bunch of mates than truly competitive. Home in one piece, after a dip in those hot pools and on to another week. Thinking about the next one....
Tony appeared through the mist and I took off down the gravel road, but by then the head-wind was so strong that had I stopped peddling like man posessed I'd've stopped. You only had to open your mouth for you lungs to be crammed full of the icy mountain air. After half an hour or so the wind dropped and so did the downhill. Replaced by a granny-wheel grind upwards, replaced by a casual push. I was pretty much at the back of the field where the atmosphere was very laid-back. Chatting to the others about how amazing the views were. Before I knew it I was back on the top of a hill pointing the red devil downwards, bouncing off rocks, heather whipping at my shins, eyeballs rattling in my skull, grinning from muddy ear to muddy ear. A warp speed downhill, second to none that had to be repeated one day. My rather shaky overtaking manuevers were compromised by a flattie, but it didn't really matter as it was more of just a ride with a bunch of mates than truly competitive. Home in one piece, after a dip in those hot pools and on to another week. Thinking about the next one....
26.5.04
25.5.04
Madness
You could get locked away for talking to yourself this much... so why is this any different?
17.5.04
Out of the Blue website
I thought I'd let you be the first to try out the new Out of the Blue website I have just finished (nearly... you don't need to tell me the email link doesn't work!) F&*@g Xtra! HERE
Bed time for me, and I think I have just earned a sleep-in.
Bed time for me, and I think I have just earned a sleep-in.
10.5.04
Ultimate Frisbee
Excuse the pun, but I had an ultimate weekend. The Nationals of the Ultimate Frisbee were in town on the weekend. Australia won. Go figure. Anyway, managed to catch up with an old mate from Nelson. G'day Mr B! I hope I get the chance to play myself. A very cool sport indeed.
10/10 on the surfing front too. My arms feel like they have been trampled on by a herd of squirrels carrying anvils (you just never know... it could happen), but no complaints at all.
If you haven't heard of Lindon Puffin, one day you will. A very talented musician indeed. He played at the Dux and i have to say it was one of the most entertaining nights in a very long while. He'd made a doco of his recent tour around NZ (109 gigs or there abouts) and was showing it off, narrating over the top, playing the songs live and Ttrillion did a live soundtrack. Multi sensation explosion. Mestar played earlier in the week, another band that I would recommend to anyone, mind you I am a sucker for any songs about turtles... And there you go.
10/10 on the surfing front too. My arms feel like they have been trampled on by a herd of squirrels carrying anvils (you just never know... it could happen), but no complaints at all.
If you haven't heard of Lindon Puffin, one day you will. A very talented musician indeed. He played at the Dux and i have to say it was one of the most entertaining nights in a very long while. He'd made a doco of his recent tour around NZ (109 gigs or there abouts) and was showing it off, narrating over the top, playing the songs live and Ttrillion did a live soundtrack. Multi sensation explosion. Mestar played earlier in the week, another band that I would recommend to anyone, mind you I am a sucker for any songs about turtles... And there you go.
3.5.04
recent work
Have a squizz at soome of my recent work if you like (here). I have just updated it with a few new-ish pieces. Not much mind you... I can't think what I have been doing all this time. Seem to be pretty buisy though.
26.4.04
Semi Permenant
While I neglected to say much about my mad weeknd in Timaru a fortnight ago I felt I just had to say that last weekend up in Auckland at the Semi Permanent design conference blew me away (www.semipermanent.com). I have been vomiting ideas continually for 48 hours, and have hardly slept...
Chch is indeed a tiny speck in the world, and even more so in the world of international design. It failed to even get a mention, the whole weekend, but all this is going to change, believe me. My first appearance in ProDesign Magazine was thwarted when they printed the wrong bloody picture in place of my work, something I would rather not have known. It just made everyone look stupid.
Chch is indeed a tiny speck in the world, and even more so in the world of international design. It failed to even get a mention, the whole weekend, but all this is going to change, believe me. My first appearance in ProDesign Magazine was thwarted when they printed the wrong bloody picture in place of my work, something I would rather not have known. It just made everyone look stupid.
13.4.04
Nina Valley
The West Coast wasn't going to play nice over the Easter weekend. Our plan to tramp to Frew Hut and Cedar Flats was thwarted by a strong suspicion of approaching wind and snow, leading us on a 450km loop to Lewis Pass and up the Nina Valley instead.
We left in glorious sunshine loaded with life support for 4 days in the bush. Somehow I managed to grab a whole heap of lead weights before leaving home which I sneakily hid in my pack and then forgot about...
The forest was just amazing. There had been some fresh snow the day before, which, under the bright sunshine, was rapidly melting, making the forest look like someone had left the tap running in the distance; tree roots creating mini waterfalls, and mossy logs little cascades. Tricksy mud pools lay in wait for the unsuspecting feet, hungry to suck your boots clean off. On one occasion, convinced that even with the weight of a small African nation on my back I could balance my way over a log and onto dry land, I succumbed to the arboreal embryonic fluid, plunging my arm right in. I was very surprised to feel an unexpected warmth deep in the slime, but decided not to investigate any further.
Nina Hut welcomed us in out of the cold after just over 4 hours, the light beginning to fade. It was the first time in ages I had walked some distance since that infamous knee "incident" and I was ready for a rest. The hut was quite full leaving 4 of us to find a small corner to call home and wait to see what the morning would bring.
More of the same. Clouds, dampness and an altogether grayness that would lead many to stay in bed. But on we went, on to Devilskin Pass, a pass that was far from devilish: a wide open pass with knee deep snow, long view of forest below and rocky mountain tops above. The odd bit of Speargrass did it best to cause discomfort but was soon forgotten as we slipped and slided down the hill.
Day two, to Doubtfull Hut was considerably longer, and by the end of it I was flagging behind. That, and the weather refusing to improve, meant that the sight of the Hut on the other side of the river was a most welcome view, when, drenched from top to bottom, we dripped our way inside. Our house mates for the night were a pair of hunters that were as different as two men can be. But that is to be expected I guess... afterall, what madness drives one into the bush on such a weekend anyway...
Conditions improved considerably when Adrian took control of the fire starting and before you could dial 999 (that's 111 to you Kiwis) a roaring fire began to that us out. after feeding ourselves, a few minor modifications to the hut to stop the leaks, and a weather check on the radio that I had lugged some of the way in it was time to wrap up in all my clothes and wait for daybreak.
Day 3 was no better. we split in two groups: the cripples and the keen. Tony and I were in the former, heading back to civilisation some 5 hours away, leaving Adrian, Steve and Ed to wander up the slope, through the snow showers and wind to Lake Mann.
With my new found river crossing skills (cheers Tony) we made it back to the relative comfort of the road, waited for the others before scooting our way to Maruia, and swapping the cold rain drops for hot sulpher pools, the smell of which has only just started to leave my flesh.
Not quite the weekend that was planned, but a fine one nonetheless.
We left in glorious sunshine loaded with life support for 4 days in the bush. Somehow I managed to grab a whole heap of lead weights before leaving home which I sneakily hid in my pack and then forgot about...
The forest was just amazing. There had been some fresh snow the day before, which, under the bright sunshine, was rapidly melting, making the forest look like someone had left the tap running in the distance; tree roots creating mini waterfalls, and mossy logs little cascades. Tricksy mud pools lay in wait for the unsuspecting feet, hungry to suck your boots clean off. On one occasion, convinced that even with the weight of a small African nation on my back I could balance my way over a log and onto dry land, I succumbed to the arboreal embryonic fluid, plunging my arm right in. I was very surprised to feel an unexpected warmth deep in the slime, but decided not to investigate any further.
Nina Hut welcomed us in out of the cold after just over 4 hours, the light beginning to fade. It was the first time in ages I had walked some distance since that infamous knee "incident" and I was ready for a rest. The hut was quite full leaving 4 of us to find a small corner to call home and wait to see what the morning would bring.
More of the same. Clouds, dampness and an altogether grayness that would lead many to stay in bed. But on we went, on to Devilskin Pass, a pass that was far from devilish: a wide open pass with knee deep snow, long view of forest below and rocky mountain tops above. The odd bit of Speargrass did it best to cause discomfort but was soon forgotten as we slipped and slided down the hill.
Day two, to Doubtfull Hut was considerably longer, and by the end of it I was flagging behind. That, and the weather refusing to improve, meant that the sight of the Hut on the other side of the river was a most welcome view, when, drenched from top to bottom, we dripped our way inside. Our house mates for the night were a pair of hunters that were as different as two men can be. But that is to be expected I guess... afterall, what madness drives one into the bush on such a weekend anyway...
Conditions improved considerably when Adrian took control of the fire starting and before you could dial 999 (that's 111 to you Kiwis) a roaring fire began to that us out. after feeding ourselves, a few minor modifications to the hut to stop the leaks, and a weather check on the radio that I had lugged some of the way in it was time to wrap up in all my clothes and wait for daybreak.
Day 3 was no better. we split in two groups: the cripples and the keen. Tony and I were in the former, heading back to civilisation some 5 hours away, leaving Adrian, Steve and Ed to wander up the slope, through the snow showers and wind to Lake Mann.
With my new found river crossing skills (cheers Tony) we made it back to the relative comfort of the road, waited for the others before scooting our way to Maruia, and swapping the cold rain drops for hot sulpher pools, the smell of which has only just started to leave my flesh.
Not quite the weekend that was planned, but a fine one nonetheless.
4.4.04
James Brown and
Before the details slip my mind I ought to jot down a few words about last week. A week with two weekends, which, I have to say, was quite a treat. The first happened on Wednesday, when Kirstin and I flew to Auckland to bare witness to James Brown, the Godfather of soul, the hardest working man in show business blardy-blardy bla. Had I not seen him a mere 3 metres away from me in the St James' Theatre (kinda fitting don't you think) I wouldn't have believed it to be true. Admititly he isn't the man he used to be, but at 71 who is? But he can still control an audience; and has a syle and presence that you can acutually touch. These days anyone can look like a superstar: all you need is a t shirt, a pair of jeans and a scruffy pair of trainers; but when JB and his entourage of about 16 rock up in blue double breasted suits, red cumberbunds and bowties you know you are in for a treat. And it certainly was just that.
Thursday was spent wandering around the city centre, doing a fine effort at getting myself some new threads-man. With Eyre being better dressed than me over the wedding week I felt I have to be proactive. I did well. Part two will continue when Sian and I head north in a few weeks. I can't wait.
The second weekend was more predictable, with a surprise birthday party for Belinda (surprise surprise it was a 'B' party), followed by a 60's party the same evening (that semed to be full of Ninjas...Which I gather was something to do with an 'N' party earlier on). Maybe oneday people will host parties without a letter of the alphabet, where you can meet someone you will recognise in the street afterwards...
And now some painting. It has been an absolute age since I held a brush I had better get stuck in. Until next time <3
Thursday was spent wandering around the city centre, doing a fine effort at getting myself some new threads-man. With Eyre being better dressed than me over the wedding week I felt I have to be proactive. I did well. Part two will continue when Sian and I head north in a few weeks. I can't wait.
The second weekend was more predictable, with a surprise birthday party for Belinda (surprise surprise it was a 'B' party), followed by a 60's party the same evening (that semed to be full of Ninjas...Which I gather was something to do with an 'N' party earlier on). Maybe oneday people will host parties without a letter of the alphabet, where you can meet someone you will recognise in the street afterwards...
And now some painting. It has been an absolute age since I held a brush I had better get stuck in. Until next time <3
29.3.04
Gigging chch style
This old man is being pushed to the limits!
On Friday night Christchurch was funked up by Nathan Haynes and Roy the Roach (from Jamiroquai) with their jazzy laid back vibes. Who could have anticipated so many people would pay to see a man play a flute? Mind you, not many (if any) realised that in the right hands –or mouth– it could be auditory creme fraiche.
A search for surf the following morning was a little disappointing; resulting in a short dip at New Brighton; more windsurfing than surfing. 90kph offshore winds picking up the nose of your board and flinging it into the sky, which being attached to you leg had the potential to be a little risky.
Our evenings entertainment was provided by Shapeshifter - the band that ripped bigger than anyone else at Rippon last month. As Kirstin, sam and Jase had all gone home just as they started in Wanaka it was a their chance to see what I have been gibbering on about. If that is D n B then I think I have made the cross over. Nice.
The only down-side was baring witness to the most barbaric act of street violence I have ever seen. There are basic rules to life that everyone is aware of. You never stamp on anyone's head. Ever. It is a fundamental rule of life. Any bastard who does should, in my opinion, be locked up. Oh, happy Christchurch.
With that fresh in my mind (with only 3 ours sleep most things are quite fresh in one's mind) some of the guys and I revisited the infamous Warfdale Track. We had been promised pretty dreary weather (which I was half expecting baring in mind our last trip) but everything fell into place. I also fell, only my place was over the handle bars and off the side of the track into a few trees (again, something that felt remarkably familiar...) but apart from few scratches and the odd bruise came off quite well this time.
Hopefully I can catch up on some sleep very soon, before another reality shift.
On Friday night Christchurch was funked up by Nathan Haynes and Roy the Roach (from Jamiroquai) with their jazzy laid back vibes. Who could have anticipated so many people would pay to see a man play a flute? Mind you, not many (if any) realised that in the right hands –or mouth– it could be auditory creme fraiche.
A search for surf the following morning was a little disappointing; resulting in a short dip at New Brighton; more windsurfing than surfing. 90kph offshore winds picking up the nose of your board and flinging it into the sky, which being attached to you leg had the potential to be a little risky.
Our evenings entertainment was provided by Shapeshifter - the band that ripped bigger than anyone else at Rippon last month. As Kirstin, sam and Jase had all gone home just as they started in Wanaka it was a their chance to see what I have been gibbering on about. If that is D n B then I think I have made the cross over. Nice.
The only down-side was baring witness to the most barbaric act of street violence I have ever seen. There are basic rules to life that everyone is aware of. You never stamp on anyone's head. Ever. It is a fundamental rule of life. Any bastard who does should, in my opinion, be locked up. Oh, happy Christchurch.
With that fresh in my mind (with only 3 ours sleep most things are quite fresh in one's mind) some of the guys and I revisited the infamous Warfdale Track. We had been promised pretty dreary weather (which I was half expecting baring in mind our last trip) but everything fell into place. I also fell, only my place was over the handle bars and off the side of the track into a few trees (again, something that felt remarkably familiar...) but apart from few scratches and the odd bruise came off quite well this time.
Hopefully I can catch up on some sleep very soon, before another reality shift.
21.3.04
Looking up
I have penetrated the city. The effort put my back out (hopefully not to seriously as the Warfdale beckons on the weekend). I am now to be found at the bottom end of Colombo Street; the 'Lombo Laps beckoning me as the nights draw near, the dull thump of a muffled base line like a siren of the streets.
Did I mention that it is a fantastic house-flattie combo? Very luck I know. Thank you.
Did I mention that it is a fantastic house-flattie combo? Very luck I know. Thank you.
12.3.04
A wedding
So, I guess you'd like to hear what I have been doing these last few weeks. Well, Heyrick and Anna go married in Martinborough, in the rain, but as there were a bus load of Brits over, escaping the winter, it wasn't that unexpected really. I hope you are having/had a fantastic time in SA.
I got the chance to explore part of NZ that I hadn't been to, which is always a treat. The south east corner is certainly unlike any other part. They say Chch is the English city, but I'd suggest that there were parts of the Wairapa that were more so: oak trees, hedges, soft rolling hills. Cape Palliser was very peculiar with diggers lined on the shingle beach quietly waiting to welcome the boats home; the stubby lighthouse looking so like a stick of rock that if we could go inside I would've expected to see "CAPE PALLISER" in red letters; the Pinnicles (although I think the recent storms re-shaped them because where we stopped looked nothing like a photograph I say last night in a guide book...)
I took the Whanau to Lochmara Sounds to stay in Lochmara Lodge; one of my favorite places: chickens, hammocks, glow worms... and also the arthurs Pass and Castle Hill. Anyone who has been through Cave Stream would be impressed to hear that despite a few marginal moments Mum braved the cool (although I am sure she will tell you it was freezing!) waters and went on in.
...Holidays are always too short, and the weather always seems better on the other side of them too... but I guess that is just how it is.
I got the chance to explore part of NZ that I hadn't been to, which is always a treat. The south east corner is certainly unlike any other part. They say Chch is the English city, but I'd suggest that there were parts of the Wairapa that were more so: oak trees, hedges, soft rolling hills. Cape Palliser was very peculiar with diggers lined on the shingle beach quietly waiting to welcome the boats home; the stubby lighthouse looking so like a stick of rock that if we could go inside I would've expected to see "CAPE PALLISER" in red letters; the Pinnicles (although I think the recent storms re-shaped them because where we stopped looked nothing like a photograph I say last night in a guide book...)
I took the Whanau to Lochmara Sounds to stay in Lochmara Lodge; one of my favorite places: chickens, hammocks, glow worms... and also the arthurs Pass and Castle Hill. Anyone who has been through Cave Stream would be impressed to hear that despite a few marginal moments Mum braved the cool (although I am sure she will tell you it was freezing!) waters and went on in.
...Holidays are always too short, and the weather always seems better on the other side of them too... but I guess that is just how it is.
10.3.04
Holidays are over.
The Brits have gone home after the wedding, taking the rain with them. Would you believe it that it has been 30 degrees for 2 days now? I will probably fill in some gaps shortly, once I have caught up at work.
20.2.04
Heli Bike challange
Just off to test my bottle on the Benmore Heli Bike challange. 1300 vertical metres descent in the fastest time possible. Whose idea was this? Wish me luck...
17.2.04
Record storm
The great thing about "the worst storm in New Zealand's history" hitting the top of South Island and North Island is the quality of surf we are getting in Christchurch. Last night I had my best surf ever under the setting sun. Two days in a row now. Totally spoilt :)
15.2.04
About the weather
Anyone planning a trip over here, one word of warning: Bring a jacket. A weekend of attention grabbing weather guaranteed to impress. More than our monthly rain quota in one night. Lightning striking homes in New Brighton. 11 metre swells on the Cook Straite. Gales. Flooding. Has anyone seen my summer?
But, then again, last weekend down in Wanaka more than made up for it. Rippon open air festival. 13 hours of live music by some of my favorite Kiwi bands on the edge of the lake, views of the snow capped mountains in the distance. The laid-back horns of Fat Freddies Drop; Break beats of Minuit, and thumping baselines of Shapeshifter into the night, thicker and darker than crude oil. In the darkness of the night no one cared how madly we danced... And all that on top of a night out in Queenstown. So, let rain for a few more days if it must, because I just don't care !
But, then again, last weekend down in Wanaka more than made up for it. Rippon open air festival. 13 hours of live music by some of my favorite Kiwi bands on the edge of the lake, views of the snow capped mountains in the distance. The laid-back horns of Fat Freddies Drop; Break beats of Minuit, and thumping baselines of Shapeshifter into the night, thicker and darker than crude oil. In the darkness of the night no one cared how madly we danced... And all that on top of a night out in Queenstown. So, let rain for a few more days if it must, because I just don't care !
1.2.04
Green
You may have noticed everything is a bit green. Major redesign going on... the search for the holy grail... Blame it on the rainy weekend if you like.
28.1.04
No more wisdom
Hopefully that is the last of it. For those of you who have has your precious pearly whites ripped from your jaw by an over-enthusiastic dentist hiding behind a mask, the sound of tearing flesh echoing through your head you know how I have been feeling these last couple of days. For those who haven't, it doesn't hurt a bit...
It did give me a chance to catch up with Keith and Kath who are swanning about South Island, just like old times; and hang out in my studio for the first time in ages. Perhaps you will see something produced there one day.
It did give me a chance to catch up with Keith and Kath who are swanning about South Island, just like old times; and hang out in my studio for the first time in ages. Perhaps you will see something produced there one day.
25.1.04
Accidents will happen
Did you have a good weekend? hmmm
I don't suppose that, by any chance, you lost control of your vehicle on a hill due to poor grip, and slid off the road and down a 5 metre cliff... did I mention I was on the phone at the time? Let that be a lesson to you all.
Mind you, I ought to point out that when I say "my vehicle" I mean "my body", and when I say "poor grip" I really meant that I was barefoot... and perhaps you wouldn’t be surprised to hear that rather than unleaded I was running on alcohol. So, I suppose I could've just said: While running barefoot down the hill on the weekend, drunk, I slipped off the pavement and down a 5 metre cliff into a bunch of trees. But where's the theatre in that?
Luckily I wasn't damaged above the neck really. Both knees kindly broke my fall (a couple of times); and according to the nice doctor in A&E they didn't actually break themselves. The soft tissue around my kidney acted like Volvo's Side Impact Protection System. Perhaps I need to upgrade this model for something with 4WD.
Anyway, I'll be fine in a couple of days I am sure. That is until Tuesday when my wisdom teeth are being ripped out of my head. Joy of Joys. I can't wait until February. January has sucked.
I don't suppose that, by any chance, you lost control of your vehicle on a hill due to poor grip, and slid off the road and down a 5 metre cliff... did I mention I was on the phone at the time? Let that be a lesson to you all.
Mind you, I ought to point out that when I say "my vehicle" I mean "my body", and when I say "poor grip" I really meant that I was barefoot... and perhaps you wouldn’t be surprised to hear that rather than unleaded I was running on alcohol. So, I suppose I could've just said: While running barefoot down the hill on the weekend, drunk, I slipped off the pavement and down a 5 metre cliff into a bunch of trees. But where's the theatre in that?
Luckily I wasn't damaged above the neck really. Both knees kindly broke my fall (a couple of times); and according to the nice doctor in A&E they didn't actually break themselves. The soft tissue around my kidney acted like Volvo's Side Impact Protection System. Perhaps I need to upgrade this model for something with 4WD.
Anyway, I'll be fine in a couple of days I am sure. That is until Tuesday when my wisdom teeth are being ripped out of my head. Joy of Joys. I can't wait until February. January has sucked.
11.1.04
The surf was sh*t
The day-night conflict is virtually resolved; the food poisoning has done its dash, only to be replaced by another: While surfing on the weekend the Council discovered that raw sewage was making its way out to sea, unbeknown to those already in the water. 2 hours later, feeling pretty pleased with my efforts I headed in. Daybreak the following day brought with it chills, shakes, achy lungs and general feelings associated with splashing about in fresh sh*t. Not a good week really. At least the sun is shining. And boy does it shine. I had forgotten just how fierce the sun is here: think tiger fierce.
7.1.04
Eviction
New Year passed by almost unanounced, despite being in Westminster Square with 10,000 other hopefuls. A combination of apalling organisation by the Mayor and the police led to no-one being able to bare witness to the fireworks, or have a good time. Surging crowds, with nowhere to disperse because of the police cordons, made life very interesting for a while... and then, when everyone realised that it was 10 minutes into 2004 and whatever was going to happen either had happened already or never would, they slunk away.
33 hours back to NZ, experiencing first hand the hysteria of the brand new customs procedures, witnessing the neglect baggage handlers have on one's luggage, sensing the wonders of food poisioning brought about by eating in LA airport, and now struggling correct a sleep pattern that is out by 13 hours. Why do we do it? I think I know. And I have to admit that it was all worth it. I wouldn't have changed any of it for the world.
Oh, I almost forgot:
WANTED: A COSY HOME FOR A GRAPHIC DESIGNER
The joys of eviction. Happy new year The Pad.
33 hours back to NZ, experiencing first hand the hysteria of the brand new customs procedures, witnessing the neglect baggage handlers have on one's luggage, sensing the wonders of food poisioning brought about by eating in LA airport, and now struggling correct a sleep pattern that is out by 13 hours. Why do we do it? I think I know. And I have to admit that it was all worth it. I wouldn't have changed any of it for the world.
Oh, I almost forgot:
WANTED: A COSY HOME FOR A GRAPHIC DESIGNER
The joys of eviction. Happy new year The Pad.
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