If you know my boyfriend Paddy, you probably read that headline in disbelief. Paddy’s not an Alfa Romeo kinda guy. He’s a very practical, give-me-a-Corolla-with-low-gas-mileage-and-easy-to-replace-parts kinda guy. He’s a musician. A fisherman. He’s… Continue reading
I’ve been a music journalist for about five years now, always off to one side of the stage admiring wonderful musicians doing their thing – never seriously considering that I could do that… Continue reading
I used to get a lot of shit for my lack of ‘domestication’. My tendency to leave mess everywhere, my dishwashing aversion, my inability to cook anything other than spaghetti bolognese. I may… Continue reading
Today I met a man named Carey, at Jolindas (PRON yah-lown-daaz) cafe in Stevenson – middle of nowhere, Washington State. Carey had in his posession a dozen porcelain dolls – among them a… Continue reading
Exercise and me are not great friends. When I’m doing it, I love it – and I go hard. I once did Bikram yoga, which lasts an hour and a half and is… Continue reading
Morgan Spurlock’s in town promoting his latest film, POM Wonderful Presents: the Greatest Movie Ever Sold, which is showing at the New Zealand International Film Festival. The Academy-award nominated filmmaker, most famous for… Continue reading
I used to be obsessed with poetry. Last week I found an exercise book from when I was 16, filled with all my favourite poems (more than 40 of them, including the 5-6… Continue reading
After years spent dreaming of being in my very own band, I’ve gone and done it. I don’t know why it took so long – maybe I was scared because I wanted it… Continue reading
My lover Paddy and I went to a dressup party on the weekend – the theme being the letter “T”. I almost went as Tiger Lily, and as Titania Queen of the Faeries,… Continue reading
After much calmness and many blue skies, winter arrived in Wellington this week. It’s freezing cold outside … I woke this morning to pitch black and the sound of rain driving hard against… Continue reading
