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.

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

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(

$400

Today I got off a $400 dollar parking ticket! Happy as a pig in shit.

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)

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.

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...

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.

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.

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....