The bits of stuff that fall in the cracks between Life, Music and outrageous fortune.
 
 
 
 
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1) This evil looking torrent emerges from the asphalt 2) The men from the water company effect repairs

3) Water quality still variable
Two major scares - catastrophe averted
28.1.06 -
My next-door neighbours have been courting disaster over the past few days. I was partially woken at 4.30 am on Tuesday morning by a flash outside my window, which I took to be lightning initially, but which turned out to be their power cable shorting out, bursting into flames and landing on a car parked outside their place. My neighbours were totally oblivious to all of this (until the firetrucks woke them at breakfast), but happily it caused no damage.
Then last night I noticed there seemed to be very little water pressure, and after dithering around for a bit, I walked out the front to see a yellow torrent of water emanating from in front of my neighbours' driveway and gushing down the hill.
I was fully expecting the drama to last well into the next morning, but, to give the water company credit, full service was restored by round midnight. Again my neighbours remained oblivious till the next day. (I did tell one of them, but he didn't bother to tell the others!) What next?
 
Harold Pinter's in the mood.. Epiphanous moment on Radio National
25.1.06 -
Actually, the listening has been good on Radio National over the Christmas /New Year cusp. I particularly enjoyed what I heard of Bruce Chatwin's reading of his book, In Patagonia, with his restrained but most apt use of adjectives, and the snatches I heard of Clive James and Prêt à Porter chattily trumping each other with their intimate knowlege of the classics. But the best was saved till last. It was Harold Pinter's Nobel Prize acceptance speech, (Art, Truth & Politics), recorded by him on video as he was too frail to travel , and shown on December 7th last year at the Swedish Academy in Stockholm.
I wonder if the fact he wasn't there in person encouraged him to be even more ruthlessly candid, or whether perhaps it was his failing health. Whatever the reason, I was utterly transfixed as I listened to Harold's bitter monotone, standing as he was, toe-to-toe with the world's biggest bully, armed only with his bleak palette of truth. Check the Nobel website for the transcript and video
 

1) Terry lets all the frustration out in one note 2) Sasha gives dad a frank assessment
It's all relative..
18.1.06 - It was me that put bro'-in-law Terry on to it in the first place. The Hard Rock Café has a spot on Monday nights for up and coming performers and I suggested to the Tez that it might be constructive to have a go - and he did! And he did well too. It's a tough environment at the Hard Rock - very noisy and with lots of distractions - but Terry stuck to his guns and delivered his songs without losing his cool, or his voice. It went down very well, and it wasn't just the assembled relatives applauding.
Hard to know where it all goes from here, of course, but if you're interested in finding out more about the Tez and his distinctive batch of songs, he has a fine debut CD out, and you can reach him on [email protected]
 

A bottle of pure magic - for me!
Pinot dreams part two
11.1.06 -
One of the pleasures of having a post office box is the momentary thrill of anticipation as you wrest open the little fortress door and peer inside, a thrill usually matched by the tedium of finding the usual selection of bank statements and bills and such like sent by boring bureaucratic provocateurs simply to clutter up your life. But today my PO box surrendered the official little slip of paper telling me to report to Daniel at the parcel desk and pick up a package. Oh joy! What could it be? Not another bloody CD, I hope.
When Daniel handed me a mysterious polystyrene box, which by its shape and weight obviously didn't contain a CD or DVD, I was intrigued, and when I turned the box over and discovered the Pinot Now logo, I had a little flush of excitement. Yes, that was it! The box must contain a bottle of pinot! I couldn't wait to get home and open it - but I managed, and when I did open it I found a bottle of my favourite pinot, (Muddy Water, from Waipara just outside Christchurch), with a
note from Steve Naughton the manager of Pinot Now, saying how he'd seen us on LWTTT on the ABC on NYE and how he and Regina were enjoying listening to our CDs and here's a complimentary bottle of 2003 Muddy Water Pinot, (of which they've nearly run out, but they're about to release the 2004 vintage - phew!) Is this an omen? Will 2006 be the year of comps? Let it be.

Find out more about great pinots at Pinot Now
 

Miss Molly invites everybody to hush while she demonstrates the spoon miracle
Miss Molly's exclusive healing session
9.1.06 - I was excited - even more excited than I'd been when Billy Graham's Crusade came to Christchurch back in the early '60s. (Or was that the late '50s?) Anyway, the internationally renowned child spiritualist Miss Molly was having a healing session at the Groove Train in South Melbourne for one lunchtime only and I had a ticket! The only drawback was that it
was for women only, but I was prepared to do anything just to be in the same room as this famously reclusive prodigy, so I bought a lady's suit that had seen better days from the local opp shop and slipped in to the Groove Train without arousing suspicion.
What followed was the most blissful hour I have ever spent in my life. Miss Molly had all of us girls on a string. She raised her famous eyebrow to peels of knowing laughter, and she shared the odd bon mot with all of us as she toured the entire length of the table on her surprise tours of inspection. She dropped her spoon - and it miraculously reappeared without her saying a word! (She did this several times). Amazingly, we all understood exactly what she meant without her uttering a single recognisable syllable.
And then, all too soon, the session was over and the girls and I were out on Clarendon St blinking in the harsh afternoon light, and, I fancy, brushing away the odd tear. We all felt the better for the session and we all agreed that we'd be the first to attend the next session whenever Miss Molly chooses to come our way again.
 
 
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