Sunday, 29 April 2012

Stuff I've done

As another winter passes, and spring brings her spontaneous showers and brilliant blue skies (sometimes all at once), I've been doing some stuff.

Here's a snapshot:

A truly wonderful London wedding, bringing two favourite people together






A Saturday afternoon at the Tate, strolling through a split cow, rooms of dots, and a butterfly house; all part of a weekend visit from the wonderful Rachel



A weekend trip to visit the Swansea-based rugby alumni which included: an Ospreys game, a fondle of the Six Nations trophy, a few pints of Guinness, cheese, and a day trip to a beautiful bay called Tenby.







Along the way we spotted this 'delicious-looking' novelty sweet rock in the shape of a breakfast. Tasty..



And I also carried out the annual ANZAC baking bonanza. All the whilst being astonished it has already been a whole year since my biggest sister came to stay.





Monday, 9 April 2012

Stop and smell the magnolias


Last year I spent a whole lot of time thinking. Way too much thinking.

What country/ city/ borough should I live in? What career/ masters topic/ company should I choose? The thinking was all-consuming.

So this year I decided to stop. No more planning, wondering, musing, or pondering. Instead, I'm doing a whole lot more living.

These days there's room in my head for appreciating what's happening around me, right this very minute (like magnolias). And it's great.

Sunday, 1 April 2012

Quashing the communist cravings

Ever since I lived on the very edge of Japan's west coast, I've wanted to visit North Korea. If you've ever seen pictures of their mass games, parades, grand palaces, and smiling propaganda, you might understand the desire.

Everyone in my coastal village of Japan thought I was crazy of course. Especially because someone was allegedly kidnapped by North Korea from our very peninsula in 1977.

But despite this, ever since living so close to a place which doesn't allow its citizens access to the Internet, and only just legalised mobile phones in 2008, I've craved a visit.

I figured it would be a nice continuation to the communist obsession which saw me visit 'the big three' - Mao, Ho Chi Minh, and Lenin, along with their respective countries.

That was until the other day when I came across this.

After reading about Shin Dong-hyuk's experience of growing up in, and then escaping from, a North Korean prison camp, I realised I couldn't go there anymore. I couldn't spend any of my money in a country that did this.

And even though some would say that my pounds will trickle down, that they will touch some regular people as well as the government (which demands you're accompanied everywhere you go), I'm drawing my own 38th parallel, and won't be crossing this one unless things really change.

Wednesday, 14 March 2012

Farewell my friends

It's not often that twitter makes me misty eyed, but that's exactly what happened this morning when I read that Encyclopædia Britannica was discontinuing its printed editions.

Way back in time, well before the Wikipedia world, and even prior to CD-Roms (remember Encarta?), there were places where you went to look stuff up. They were called books. Or more specifically, the best you could use were called encyclopedias.

Ours lived behind the sofa in the nice lounge, tucked neatly (and all in order) in a bookcase that housed tens of these hard covered encyclopedias, along with about a hundred national geographic magazines. Black covered with gold writing on the spine, they looked like they knew exactly what they were talking about. At the age of eight and attempting to conquer another school project on volcanoes, I couldn't imagine there was anything these books didn't know.

I first learned the concept of an index and references between these covers; spending hours gently peeling across the tissue-paper thin pages, taking in the black and white pictures, maps, and diagrams, and occasionally even tracing them with kitchen paper.

Volume after volume, filled with more information than I could ever need to know, you were right there through school projects, exam study, and even family debates. You helped me grow to love the world of research; of pouring over pages just to find out more. I'm sad that my nieces won't get to run their fingers along the grand looking spines searching for the starting letter of their keyword; slowly pulling the weighty book from the shelf, and thumbing the pages until, there it is. All you could ever want to know about.....

Thursday, 8 March 2012

Happy International Women's Day (caution: rant to follow)

International Women's Day came and went this week. Google changed their logo for the day, the papers threw out some stats, and charities used it as a hook to get a bit more cash. And I'm sure somewhere out there, some man said in a grumpy tone, "Why don't we have a men's day?"

These days we're made to think that sexism is a bit like polio. You hear the stories about how it used to be terrible but the world has fortunately virtually eradicated it except for in some far-away third world countries. Not the case people.

Things have changed a lot for women across the world, over the past century, decade, and even year. Saudi women may well be able to vote in 2015, although they still can't drive. Or leave the country without a guardian.

And for the rest of us? Well, as women we're frantically becoming doctors, lawyers, journalists, engineers, and fighter pilots. But even now, we're not all playing by the same rules. I can certainly see this every day in the corporate world.

In the early years of our careers, I see us, ambitious, motivated, willing to get stuck in and work our way from the bottom up. You need someone to answer the phones? Collect the post? Sure, that's called a foot in the door! Unfortunately, a lot of the time it's not. It's corporate suicide.

The women that pictured high-flying corporate success in their youth, who were flying that female flag, go quiet. I see women packing away those flags in their sock drawers, next to their post-graduate education, determination and aspirations.

I really truly hope that all those women who I see in my life opting out of the commercial world, are doing it wholly and purely out of a desire to do something else. Maybe you really do want to start that cupcake delivery service/ make badges/ become a wedding planner. But something deep inside of me, suspects a lot of them are getting put off; driven away by a constant frustration that slowly seeps into your your subconscious.

A few years ago when I expressed a desire to go into general business management in the future, I was promptly told that 'perhaps I should just carry on with HR'.

Now, there's a lot of things in this world that I'm not good at: long division, interior decorating, accents, cutting the nails on my right hand... And I'll freely admit these things. But I have to say, although I was at the end of the queue when spatial awareness was given out, I was definitely at least in the first fifty percent of people when it came to business acumen. But despite expressing an obvious desire (oh and having a post-graduate qualification in business administration) I was very quickly told to get back in my HR corner.

My mother didn't spend hours marching the streets, writing letters, campaigning, and generally jumping up and down, for women to still be facing the big, ugly, elephant that is sexism.The question is, how much should we stay and fight? Is it best to stick it out, face mashed up against the glass ceiling, waving to all the men who started after you, and must have found the key to the room in the Men's toilets. Or do we pack up the collection of heels from under the desk, grab the pot plant, wave over our shoulder, and walk into a world where we can make a few more of our own rules?

As long as the corporate world is a predominantly masculine one, I fear we'll continue to hear: "you're too soft/ emotional/ obsessed with the detail/ part time" and "you're not strategic/ salesy/ old/ in the office (because you're picking up the kids) enough".

I hate giving up. On anything. But after years of hitting your head against a brick wall (or glass ceiling) surely you must have to think the only person you're hurting is yourself?

Sunday, 4 March 2012

5 great things about today

Sunday, 4th March, 2012


1. Coming downstairs this morning thinking I was going to have to fleece a piece of toast from the bread bin, only to find Becky taking her second batch of scones out of the oven. I just about peed my pants with joy

2. Having a mid-afternoon bath using the lame excuse of trying to ease the pressure on my sinuses, when actually I just wanted to cover my face in bubbles and re-enact the Prince sing-a-long scene from Pretty Woman

3. Mid-afternoon cooking in the kitchen with both an apron and Bon Iver, on

4. Sunday evening dinner table with the Franconia Ladies, a lovely glass of Zinfandel and excerpts of Caitlin Moran's genius book read aloud

5. Taking my bright new umbrella for a spin to Sainsbury's. Every time I looked up it made me happy again

Friday, 2 March 2012

Middle class crack


Get a load of that. Sitting right there on the shelf, as if you could just help yourself, take it to the counter, pay for it, and walk out of the store with it. Crazy.

Of course anyone who lives outside of New Zealand will most likely have no idea what I'm talking about now. Unless you live in Columbia and Mexico, where it's also banned.

But let me tell you, this week when the world slammed me with the worst cold I've had for years, my lungs became crackly and my head turned into a snot factory, it was a beautiful moment to walk into Superdrug, pull a packet off the counter and know that relief was just a matter of minutes away.

Thursday, 1 March 2012

Northern Line crime

To the man on the Northern Line this morning wearing massive mirrored aviators - you look ridiculous.

This is due to a number of reasons:

- You're on the tube, which by it's very nature (of being a tube) is almost completely underground. Thereby leaving sunglasses unnecessary

- It was 7.45am. So even if for some reason there was ever a sensible reason to wear sunglasses on the tube, it's not going to exist pre 8am

- You were also reading The Sun and wearing a massive shiny belt buckle. However I could have easily excused these things, except for the eye wear crime you commit

That is all.

Tuesday, 28 February 2012

The dirty reality

Sometimes looking in on the lives of others, the world can seem pretty rosy. All those people that have things that you don't have, with their shiny, happy lives.

But more and more I'm starting to realise that if you scratch the surface, there are a lot of people who, despite having all those things that you think you want, are missing so much other stuff.

There is way too much heartbreak, disappointment, and sadness in this world. And every day I go without it touching my life, I should be pleased for. Rather than wishing for something that perhaps doesn't really exist.

Sunday, 12 February 2012

Ten things I hate about you


I think most Londoners would say they have a love / hate relationship with this city. She's like a slightly irritating friend who can sometimes be lots of fun; you just can't spend every waking moment together.

The other day in the shower (well-known as life's best thinking location) I started making a list of the ten things I love, and the ten things I hate, about London.

Ten things I love about London:

1. There is ALWAYS something to do here

Whether it's bunking off work to go to Wimbledon for the afternoon, or getting free tickets last minute to see 80s legends Duran Duran, London never, ever leaves you bored.



2. I could go out with my pants on my head and no one would give me a second glance


Here's me off to Sainsbury's in my jim-jams. Note completely dis-interested woman to the right


3. Beautifully crisp, bright, sunny winter days which wake you up the instant you step outside



4. The vast green spaces which go on for miles. Richmond Park is so big that entire families of deer very happily run wild there


5. A few days a year London gets covered in snow and goes all quiet and magical


6. On a sunny day in London, life moves outdoors. Public spaces are filled with picnickers, BBQs, frisbee and rounders. The supermarkets run out of charcoal, sausages and beer, as we all lie around and soak up the much needed vitamin D


7. You can hear tens of languages just on a quick trip to the supermarket


If I can be bothered to jump on a bus for five minutes away from the yummy mummies and head to Brixton Market, I can buy everything from plantain to pigs heads. London is like the world shrunken into a 600 square mile area.


8. Living the past, present and future


Whether it's having a pint in a pub that's been around since before the English even thought of New Zealand; being part of a Royal wedding, seeing riots in action; or walking past a billboard which is so high tech it can actually recognise whether you're female or male, London lets us live the past, present and the future every day.


9. The 'wildlife'

I love that my neighbourhood is alive with seemingly dozens of sneaky foxes who are remarkably nonchalant about sharing their homes with a bunch of lumbering humans.


10. 'Living in a material world, and I'm a material girl'

London is filled with beautiful stuff, and lots of it. Vintage clothes, pretty crockery, antique bags, gorgeous prints, duck-egg blue velvet chairs like this one..... I love to look at it all, touch it, and occasionally buy some of it.



Ten things I hate about London:


1. 18 hour city - Public transport pretty much stops around midnight aside from night buses which can be so infrequent it's virtually daytime before one comes along


2. Pollution - There's something disconcerting about how black your legs go in summer after time walking in London, and just how black the snowman leftovers go as they slowly melt into the grass


3. Tourists - you walk slowly, stand on the left of the escalator, stop in the middle of the footpath of Oxford Street to look at your map/phone/bawling child... Please stay out of my way when I'm trying to get somewhere


4. There's ALWAYS something to do here, but the good things ALWAYS sell out instantly


Blink and you'll miss those tickets to the ballet/De Vinci exhibition/Olympics/Olympics warm-up series etc.


5. Filth
- Although I'm told that London is a lot cleaner than it used to be, I still struggle to suppress the rage that bubbles up inside of me as I watch people blatantly discard their crisp packets wherever they please


6. A distinct lack of sea
- And no, the Thames doesn't count. The other three places I've lived as an adult (Wellington, Sydney, fishing village in Japan) were all smeared along a coastline. The ocean gives me energy and soothes my soul. My walks to work along the waterfront when I lived in Wellington, and the apartment in Sydney which looked out over a marina, are two major highlights of my life.


7. Celebrity-ness
- There are a lot of people famous for doing not a lot in this country. That annoys me. I'd like to put the paparazzi in this category too. Don't get me started there.


8. Rudeness
- This comes with the caveat that there are both wonderful and horrible people everyone, but when it comes to situations like getting on and off the tube quite a few people in London are most definitely rude. I currently have a bruise on my left foot when some woman planted her hoof on me as we were stepping onto the Northern Line. Even a loud 'ouch' didn't initiate a response from her.


9. High Street and mall madness
- Walk from one end of Oxford Street to the other and you feel a bit like you're on a loop. Once the same ten stores have finished, they come around again. Westfield has taken over this city and is trying to not so slowly suck the life out of all the lovely independent shops.


10. The Daily Mail and such like
- Coming from a country where a newspaper is what you read if you want some relatively impartial views on what's going on in the world (well, just in New Zealand really) to arrive in this city and be bombarded with 'newspapers' like the The Sun, The Daily Mail and News of the World (God rest its soul) has been a real eye-opener. It's the media, but not as we know it. For those unaware of delights of the Daily Mail, check out this headline generator. What's horrifying is not the supply, but that there's a demand for this filth.