Mmm vuelve a mi, precioso...

Ooo yeah, my baby's back, just two months in the waiting, but they finally gave me a new one, and she's all mine, my precious. Pues solo tardaron 2 meses para reemplazarlo, pero ahora lo tengo en mis manos de nuevo, como un nino con su nuevo juguete, jejeje.

Oops, a glass up the arse! New Ski sensation.

Oops, se me fue la mano y me llegó un vaso de vino justo donde no lo quería... jejeje..

Bay of Islands weekend, woohoo!

La Bay of Island, mas o menos 3 horas hacia el norte de Auckland. Es un zona realmente preciosa! Lamentablemente no sacamos buenas fotos, heyhoo.. pues habrá otros viajes por ahí, de eso estoy seguro :)















The Bay of Island, about 3 hours north of Auckland; really beautiful :) but we didn't take very good photos at all, I think we all had them set for a different light. The trampoline was so much fun.

BGO Auckland style Pride

I think the banner and content say it all really.. Miss Kebabs (donna) was the beard for the photo.

I was quite impressed that Helen Clark, the Prime Minister of New Zealand turned up. We don't see Blair at similar events in London and he's more progressive than most.

Standard poses believe me, but ain't they the cutest things.

New Address, ya me mude de nuevo

B9/133 Howe Street,
Freemans Bay
Auckland 1011
New Zealand


Send me mail, be-ach!! Don't get funny, now. s x.

Dionne & Madeline

Both in the awful 70s theatre in Auckland, too hot and very uncomfortable seats, even for my warm well padded (I'm told) behind. Both were in fantastic forms, very distinct voices, and 35 years apart. Oh, I'm making it sound like they sang together! No no no, just happened to be here the same week.


Dionne wins no question, except she must get bored singing even these wonderful classics? The odd thing was, the crowd were unusually enthusiastic, for their age (me being 50 younger than the average for the night.. haha), and yet she finished her set (with the NZ symphony orchestra) and leaves the stage, as one would, for a quick fag or sip before the encore, but then the pianist gets up, shuffles her music, rummages in the handbag, collects her specs and rucksack and moves downstage and off with too much determination; as if her whole being was saying "I'm outta here!!", and she was, and that was that.