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  • Moving. Oh the joys.

    After 5 years I have finally moved from Paritai Drive. While the house was great (and large), it was time to move, and sample the delights of living somewhere else.

    Some great times were had there, and lasting memories of other incidents persist as well. The flooding, the motocross bike incident, the guest chefs, the P-lab explosion across the road, the great parties, the BBQs, the pony (those who were at my 30th will know what I mean), breaking the floor, the unscheduled visitors…the list goes on!

    A housewarming party never did eventuate, but I’m sure this was made up for in many other ways. The amount of Wild Turkey and Thai green curry consumed would be unparalleled.

    I’ll miss you.

  • Up, up, up, and away!

    We’re off at 4pm, and hopefully around 36 hours later should hop off a plane in Vienna. Hopefully.

    I’ll be uploading pics to the online gallery, and maybe – just maybe – will put some stuff on the Blog that Never Changes.

    I’ll be using my gmail address while away, so you’ll either know it, or know someone who does. I hope everyone is well, and look forward to seeing you some time toward the end of September 🙂

  • Last call on 'Blurred Vision'

    …and NO – we didn’t sink her! She’s been sold to an airline pilot who has a hankering to go sailing. Bastard.

  • Kawau, here we come…eventually

    With the successful launch of the caravan done with, a sail of some distance to prove the new craft’s (and crew’s) potential. Hence some intrepid sailors (and the rest of us) set off on Friday evening on our way to Kawau. Although we were entered in the cruising division (i.e. no spinnaker) we were taking the race very seriously. The cheeseboard was of an extremely high standard, oft-refreshed, and accompanied by many fine beverages.

    Decanter

    However things were not all smooth sailing – literally. Someone who had obviously swapped their brain for half a packet of peanuts and a six pack of Waikato had not tightened the lock screw for the nut holding the rudder in place. About half an hour out from Kawau an ominous knocking noise came from below. Silencing the music, we raced down below and into the hull at the stern to see the rudder floundering about like a batsman for the NZ cricket team. The pivot bearing holding the rudder was moving around in the hull, with water coming up around the sides.

    Generally one likes the water to stay under, around, or a light sprinkling on the boat. In the boat is bad. There was likely to be a lot more in the boat in a short space of time, as the fibreglass was flexing, and as we later learnt – delaminating.

    Dispatching instructions to the intrepid women up on deck (i.e. screw the nut back on!), we three guys went down below and with a smattering of good luck, good management, and adrenalin, found out that wanting to stop a huge hole being ripped out of the hull is great motivation for lifting the rudder of a 10.4 tonne, 44′ yacht at precisely the right time.

    N.B. No drinks were spilled during the course of the above story.

  • Happy Birthday to you, happy birthday to you…

    To one person who doesn’t mind everyone knowing, and to another who does (but who’s on holiday on an island somewhere at present, so won’t know either way :p)

    Enjoy!

  • The Return.

    The last couple of months have been hectic, and with all the goings on I haven’t had time to bring mirth and merriment to the readership of ThinkSpace. However, everything’s falling into place, and I’ll be keeping everyone up to date via here (and the family site for the unfortunate people related to me!).

  • A Xmas party like no other!

    As it was in February, for starters.

    The nzwireless 2005 Xmas party, brought to you by – err – nzwireless. It’s always going to be a great party when the guests turn up to the venue and there’s a row of shotguns waiting. Followed by more guns with which we can shoot each other carte blanche. I’m not sure the golfers on the course next door to the field we were in were quite so rapt about it, but it’s golf; who cares.

  • My gift to you.

    For friends and family who do step into the light, feel the warmth, and choose a Mac – I’m offering free support. Happily. Without duress.

    If you decide to buy a Mac, I’ll help you choose the right one, pay the right price, and help set it up. Of course, this will involve me sitting and watching for the 10 minutes it will take you to enter your details, and get on the internet. Any questions regarding software, hardware, and usage I’ll also gladly help with. No offers of daughters, sisters, caribbean holidays, cash bribes, or Wild Turkey necessary. Although I will accepts gifts of gratitude of the latter.

    Comments are back on; any questions; ask.

  • 2006

    Ana, Phil, Jeremy, Sarah, Adele, David, Liz, and myself graced the The Abbey in Greenlane with our presence (a change from Cesar’s), and the plan was to stay put for the whole night. This was of course the alternative to an idea Nicholas had about going to Fenton Circus with marquees and tables, a generator, lights, and a great many vessels of liquor. We’ll say no more about that.

    Anyway, human nature kicked in (or something else in Jeremy kicked in…) and we traipsed across to SPQR in Ponsonby, and as with many decisions like this, we should have stayed put.

    Who hasn’t gone out at some stage, and thought the grass was greener on the other side? There’s always going to be a night just a little better just down the road and around the corner – everyone has surely experienced this.

    As for the ‘special moment’ at some arbitrary time someone looked at their watch and stated: “oh look – the new year”, and hugs and kisses and other forms of mutual admiration were passed around.

    I think the highlight of the night was Marty’s phone call. He decided he was going to start afresh in 2006, and this included death by drowning for his cellphone. Of course, he could have waited to finish the call before carrying out this great symbolic gesture. Oops.

  • It’s someone’s birthday today.

    Someone special. Someone who puts up with me. Every day! As I said… Someone special.

    I hope you enjoyed it, sweetie 🙂