Rāhui Day 28 (30): a 13 hour working day. Cushla took me for a wee walk. I behaved … for the most part. Walking sticks are useful (reminder to self: not with Mr Bridges). Coffee in the sun on the lawn watching some pretty classy shooting. Media given $50m and bitched that it wasn’t enough. […]
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Lockdown Diary 07 April 2020
Rāhui Day 12 (14): Prepared for an online team meeting this morning but it’s actually tomorrow. Spent a lot of today rewriting handbooks for work. Pretty pleased with them really. Then started a governance report for a board I’m on (Archery New Zealand) while Cushla shopped. Talked to a gorgeous human on Skype. She’s getting […]
Akróstichis #3 ~ Where I Drew Some Blood
Just as it always was, that’s how it is Before you came I didn’t know you, or dream of you Now that has changed June and July, never months of joy Or sweetness, more like months of drudgery and grind Midway to winter’s sallow end and Ploughing the flurry of some imagined deep regret Welcome […]
Insomniac Faith (endless truth)
(For Cushla: Valentine’s Day 2009) You are there Of course you are there Where else would you be (would be your answer) Where else but here Heart knows Head Not so assured It is an endless fascination Skin like shot silk Then Light through yonder window breaks Breaks up Cracks up There you are I […]
Lockdown Flashback – Rāhui Day 10
Rāhui Day 10 (12): Body clock chimed all day. Saturday is Youth Archery & club shoot day but not today. A good smattering of nostalgia between the funny Facebook quizzes, some long overdue cleaning, and all that Twitter hate. I give as good as I get on Twitter and I’m actually much funnier than most. […]
Earworms at Midnight
Thinking about Billy Bragg and the sad, youthful illusion of hope. Thanks for that ear worm at 11.30 at night, Billy. ‘I saw two shooting stars last night I wished on them but they were only satellites It’s wrong to wish on space hardware I wish, I wish, I wish you’d care.’ A New England […]
Being a survivor – The Royal Commission of Inquiry into Abuse in Care
Kāti rā, ā te tākiritanga mai o te ata, ā te huanga ake o te awatea, kia tau he māramatanga, kia ū ko te pai, kia mau ko te tika. Koinei ko te tangi a te ngākau e Rongo, tūturu ōwhiti whakamaua kia tina, tina! Hui e, tāiki e! (And so, as dawn rises, and […]
My Wonderful Life
The older I get the more inclined I am to see the past in a new light. It’s rather like seeing all the things that have happened to me so far as being happenings on a long, bright summer’s day with no night. Well, perhaps just a little night. It’s fair to say that I […]
The Theatre
2024 was a good year for the theatre, the theatre in me and even me in the theatre. Just a tiny wee bit of me in the theatre It’s a garbage misquote (by me) from the wonderful Raymond Hawthorne (‘love the theatre in you, not you in the theatre) who had most probably borrowed it […]
Surgery
In 2024, I had my standard bout of surgery, in this case, a new left hip. I already have an artificial right hip, a metal left knee, and a ‘piano wire’ joined Achilles tendon. This new surgery was scheduled for six months ago but, being sick of taking pills, I’d made the unilateral decision to […]
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