Just me

Posts about me, my family and friends (yes I have some), Seymour the Wonder Cat and his not-so-trusty sidekick Norman the Newbie Cat and life in general, both online and offline

No toasters but sponges

So, that was Christmas (apologies to John Lennon for mangling his wonderful lyrics).   I’m pleased to report there wasn’t a toaster, or any other unwelcome kitchen appliance, to be found under the oh-so-fake tree on Christmas Day. Instead, I was the happy recipient of assorted goodies that included such treats as a Hendrix DVD, Drambuie and a Spongebob cuddle pillow. Life is good.   My 5-year-old great-nephew Wyatt was a little taken aback that a...

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Cyber Santa

(This is the Online column written for The Southland Times) Are you ready for the big day yet? There are only two sleeps to go until Santa comes scudding down our chimneys. Well maybe not our chimneys. If the weather continues with its current unsummer-like trend, Santa might just get a scorched bum if his chimney journey ends with a nice warm fire. Just to be on the safe side, I think I’ll leave...

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In the wake of a quake

In the wake of a quake

(This is the Online column written for The Southland Times) Well, Tuesday got off to a bumpy start with the earthquake that rocked our world here in the deep south. I was in bed when the quake hit and was suddenly joined by my rather large, and rather wimpy, dog Boof. Much to the disgust of Seymour the cat, who was already snuggled up on the bed enjoying a leisurely morning. I’m not sure...

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Quarantine over

Cough, cough. I’m back. Between whooping cough and the assortment of generally nasty lurgies doing the rounds at the moment, it seems half the office is either crook or recovering. Getting back to work this week, now that I’m officially not infectious, I was greeted by a cacophony of coughs. However, it’s good to be back — I was getting sick of my own company and I’m sure Seymour the wonder cat was getting...

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Message for a pervert…

A special note for my very own pervy reader I appear to have cultivated: If you’re going to send e-mails of that nature, it’s much more effective if the smutty bits are spelt correctly. You might find http://www.dictionary.com/ helpful. Please, step away from the keyboard and wash your hands. And don’t do that, you’ll go blind.

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Moving, schmoving…never again

Eight years ago I said I was never moving house again. This time I mean it. You didn’t get a column from me last week because I was too busy unpacking. In fact, by my normal deadline time I still hadn’t hunted out all my computer cables. Not that it mattered because I couldn’t have connected to the net anyway. In an attempt at being semi-organised, I’d made calls to Telecom, Contact Energy and...

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Organisation just hard work

Getting organised to move house is hard work, especially during a busy time at work in the middle of the Olympics (a collective awwwww would be appreciated about now). I’ve always thought I was a reasonably organised person, and after having the house on the market for a while also thought I had got rid of a lot of the junk we’d accumulated over the years. However, once the actual packing began, it became...

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Joys of a Kiwi lizard in Oz

Joys of a Kiwi lizard in Oz

I recently had the opportunity to travel to Austraila courtesy of the South Australian Tourism Commission. Here is some of what I experienced. The concierge at the Hilton Adelaide smiled and introduced himself to us as Christopher before asking if there was anything he could help with. A couple of my travelling companions asked for directions to Rundle Mall, the city’s main shopping area. Then it was my turn to ask if he could...

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