Boy she is! Great view over Boy Charlton pool.
Monday, March 02, 2009
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Thatcher, Milking it
It's a bit obvious I suppose, but I just thought I could use this space as an online diary, although not with the really personal stuff. Still, here goes. Also thought I would like looking back on the wierd and perhaps odd entries I might make, like this one.
Just last night I had a dream about Margaret Thatcher. Actually I'm sure it was a few nights ago and NOT after seeing Milk, which I did see two days ago. The link now seems clear, but I guess it was made as Thatcher's era mixed with what I assumed Milk was about. It's an interesting film anyway, and nice to see Sean Penn do something open, honest and quite un-american, in a sense. The link, by the way, being Section 28.
Anyway, I was at some drinks party, all a bit posh, and there she is in the corner with some tall gentlemen, sipping something. She looks austere and dressed quite darkly, I'm surprised how tall she is. I've cornered her and all I can think to say, at the same time feeling quite pathetic, is "Why do you hate gays?"
I can't remember much more, something about being in a lift with her. The I was awoken by the frickin' alarm, just as I could feel her cold breath on my neck...
Just last night I had a dream about Margaret Thatcher. Actually I'm sure it was a few nights ago and NOT after seeing Milk, which I did see two days ago. The link now seems clear, but I guess it was made as Thatcher's era mixed with what I assumed Milk was about. It's an interesting film anyway, and nice to see Sean Penn do something open, honest and quite un-american, in a sense. The link, by the way, being Section 28.
Anyway, I was at some drinks party, all a bit posh, and there she is in the corner with some tall gentlemen, sipping something. She looks austere and dressed quite darkly, I'm surprised how tall she is. I've cornered her and all I can think to say, at the same time feeling quite pathetic, is "Why do you hate gays?"
I can't remember much more, something about being in a lift with her. The I was awoken by the frickin' alarm, just as I could feel her cold breath on my neck...
Labels:
Milk,
peliculas,
Section 28,
sueño,
Thatcher
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Polo, NZ vs Argentina
Had a nice day out with friends at the Polo, lar-di-dah! haha. My first time, and I was particularly interested in it as Argentines were involved. Some lovely views there abouts. Then we all went for a very late afternoon ski, which was fun, the moon was shining on the lake as the light disappeared. Mmm.
Labels:
argentina,
esquí acuático,
polo
Tuesday, February 03, 2009
70's berlin winter @ Hartington Court

Blimey! It looks all 1970's Berlin at my old London flat. That'll be on account of the snow being from Siberia I expect. I used to live just up there first floor flat to the right of the entrance with the little balcony. Ah, happy times :)



Sunday, February 01, 2009
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Morning Sonnet
I woke with a need to put some thoughts into a sonnet, how odd? Well, it might not be correct to traditional English iambic pentameter form (the second line especially doesn't work), but you get the idea. I Never felt the need to write a poem before.
Behind
The night brings and dawn will not take away
A memory's passion, future unmade
Cruel the master not known to his play
This vessel's innocence fashion will shade
A womb holds no comfort for marrow's youth
Peers close yet here my soul withers and why?
Nought those treasures won near these rocks truth
Neither loves found nor lost in this dry sky
Flight and thought to shining towers crystal
Haze the mind as members swallow themselves
Thud pump caught onomatopoeic pistol
Surrounded lust finds and blind eyes will delve
but sweet light I want you still, now I know
for real, you are not mine and never will
Behind
The night brings and dawn will not take away
A memory's passion, future unmade
Cruel the master not known to his play
This vessel's innocence fashion will shade
A womb holds no comfort for marrow's youth
Peers close yet here my soul withers and why?
Nought those treasures won near these rocks truth
Neither loves found nor lost in this dry sky
Flight and thought to shining towers crystal
Haze the mind as members swallow themselves
Thud pump caught onomatopoeic pistol
Surrounded lust finds and blind eyes will delve
but sweet light I want you still, now I know
for real, you are not mine and never will
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Matarangi summer days out
Just back from a few fantastic days up in Matarangi, Coromandel Peninsula. I stayed with Michael, Andrew, Trey & Jackie. Hereafter known as the Usuals, and some others came and went too, as I did. Paul couldn't come due to his horses as usual, heyhoo.

Great Mercury Island
We did a bit of fishing too, I didn't catch anything this time but Trey got a lovely snapper.

This beach was idyllic! And someone had left a tree swing... which you will see in the video :)



A View to Great Mercury Island, owned by a NZ industrialist or something or nothing, but he lives in Switzerland, the fool :) haha

Great Mercury Island
We did a bit of fishing too, I didn't catch anything this time but Trey got a lovely snapper.

This beach was idyllic! And someone had left a tree swing... which you will see in the video :)
A View to Great Mercury Island, owned by a NZ industrialist or something or nothing, but he lives in Switzerland, the fool :) haha
that was fun.. it wasn't me screamin'!
Friday, January 09, 2009
Raglan Pony Beach makes a Lovely Arvo Mmm
Had a great afternoon out with the boys on Raglan beach

We went over in Scotty's truck which was fun in itself, especially, pulling over to fill up the tank... very butch! hahaha. Little Lucy LuLu, Scotty's woofa, spend the day racing after them.


but she loved it and was just very quiet on the way home :)
Kite-surfers too, anothering thing I should have tried in Spain but didn't.

Looks like he enjoyed it, aye?

Gave them a nice fresh grassy feed before leaving

woohoo!
We went over in Scotty's truck which was fun in itself, especially, pulling over to fill up the tank... very butch! hahaha. Little Lucy LuLu, Scotty's woofa, spend the day racing after them.
but she loved it and was just very quiet on the way home :)
Kite-surfers too, anothering thing I should have tried in Spain but didn't.
Looks like he enjoyed it, aye?
Gave them a nice fresh grassy feed before leaving
woohoo!
Wednesday, January 07, 2009
lovely, huffin' and a puffin' romp!
I've decided I need to get back into exercise, so I kick started, mmm, my new daily routine with a -hike- up a local hill - Maungatautari.
The DOC info said 2 hrs, and unusually they were right, as I stopped several times on the way up to wheeze, oh the shame... heyhoo...

I love big beautiful bush! Mmm, but it was very damp and slippy in there.

And the view on coming down in the late afternoon was kind of stunning iconic NZ landscape, Mmm.
I love big beautiful bush! Mmm, but it was very damp and slippy in there.
And the view on coming down in the late afternoon was kind of stunning iconic NZ landscape, Mmm.
Labels:
cambridge,
Maungatautari
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