Clowns rule ok!

This is awesome and managed to bring a big smile to my face this afternoon. I know a lot of people delight in American bashing (and some of those tourists can be annoying) but this goes to show sometimes they are better than we give them credit for....

PS. The concept of this is also awesome but sad to say it looks like it ain't happening just yet. That might be a good thing as my head may splode with excitement if it were true.

Flight of the Thin White Duke

I was a bit slow on the Flight of The Conchords bandwagon but I was converted after I saw the first episode of their HBO TV show. They are very very funny guys and the David Bowie clip from the lastest episode of the show just cements my new found love. Now I am very easily swayed when it comes to Bowie but Jemaine Conchord's David Bowie impression is eerily good. The sooner they play it on Prime, the better.

Cue the tumbleweeds…..

I realise it has been a very very long time since I last updated this blog.

I suppose I have been rather, er, distracted since March, with the arrival new guy on the scene and all. Although now it is four months down the track, so I suppose that excuse doesn’t really wash.

I guess I just haven’t been inspired to commit anything to paper or rather blog for a long while. It’s not like there hasn’t been much to write about. I have been busy with work, going out, concerts, rugby matches and the odd trip away. (Yes that’s right I said rugby. Blame the boy. My once committed distaste for the sport has been slowly worn away)

Plus there’s the imminent end of the world. What with biblical floods in Kiwiland and now in the UK, the killer heatwaves striking Europe and of course the plagues of locusts and drug/alcohol fuelled celebrities currently infesting the media and threatening our children, it must be coming any day now.

I guess I’ve gotten out of the habit of writing down my thoughts and silly randomness which is a bit of a shame. Consider this my attempt at getting back in the habit. I can’t make any promises but I’m going to try and keep it up.

Cock(tail)s and Frocks

I'm looking at the photos from the Vanity Fair Post Oscar bash and it's highly amusing. You think the celebrity world is all glitz, glamour and a million miles away from real life but really it's too not far off your work Christmas party.

Ok perhaps most people are much better looking and super rich but still. Everyone starts off the night looking fabulous and as the night wears on and drinks are consumed, people start going down hill. Madonna starts drinking to forget the pain as her husband is giving the pretty young starlets the glad eye while Sacha Baron Cohen and his fiance are cornered by the big boss. Poor wee James McAvoy has no idea what's going on. He's just trying to avoid the crazy plastic man in the corner.

And like any decent gal out on the piss and celebrating, Dame Helen is just damn hungry and of course someone has to start the drunken dancing.

Overkill

You know that Razorlight have reached the point of saturation/naffness when their lastest single is played on Classic Hits radio. Which begs the question, is Johnny Borrell the new James Blunt?

Gotta Get Through This...

...or how I learnt to laugh at Daniel Beddingfield

At the request of Robert, I thought I'd share the full Daniel Beddingfield story here as it's slightly too long winded for to fit in the comments. Those of you whom I've already regaled, please excuse the retelling.

Anyways, Liz and I went to the Night Before the BDO gig at the St James with The Veils, Peaches, Violent Femmes, oh yeah and Scribe. Towards the end of the gig we decided to find a happening after gig gathering and on the advice of Boh Runga (yet another random celebrity run in) we headed to Crow Bar. Sure enough it was filled with muso types and My Chemical Romance even showed up. While I was attempting to get to the bar, I started briefly chatting with an English bloke who I realised part way through was Daniel Beddingfield. Highly amused, I dashed back to Liz and shared the goss with her. As we were sitting there giggling and talking (probably about his extremely fugly shirt), Mr Beddingfield wanders past our booth and catches our eye. At this point he seems to think we're talking to him and comes over to ask what we just said. Whoops. In a moment of on the spot sarcastic brilliance, Liz comes back with "That's a beautiful shirt, mate." He wasn't quite sure how to take it so after muttering a quick thanks, he turned and walked off. Which is the exact moment we started laughing our heads off.

We thought that was the end of that, but we were fated to see him once again. The next day at the Big Day Out while sitting in the stands, I spotted Daniel Beddingfield standing in the aisle next to us. At the same moment he spotted me and I could tell that he recognised me from the night before. I couldn't help it but my immediate reaction was to start laughing, and I tipped off Liz, who also started laughing. Then I had to tell Tammy and her sister who also started laughing. Poor Daniel Beddingfield is standing in the aisle, can't seem to find his mates and is faced with a row of giggling women who he (presumably) knows are laughing at him, so he scurried off in a hurry.

Admittedly I felt a little guilty for taking the mick out of him twice in two days, but how can you not?

Phew!

The Crazy-Birthday-Fun-Time-Week that was is finally over and I'm feeling a little flat. Not surprising really considering not only it was my birthday AND the Big Day Out but the lovely Liz Larvin travelled all the way over from Blighty to come and visit me. (And her sister down in Chch as well)

During those 7 days I managed two gigs, four nights out, racked up 100(s) of kms on my Honda Civic Bitchmobile(tm Liz), three days off work (yay!), numerous celebrity/muso spottings including My Chemical Romance and Daniel Beddingfield who we saw not once, but twice, one birthday dinner and lots of cool pressies, consumed a heck of a lot of alcohol, and not much sleep.

It was loads of fun and especially great seeing Liz. She made me realise how much I miss London and the London peeps I left behind. Now it's back to reality and back to work. *sigh* Ah well, at least it's still summer.

Sidenote: Not only did we see Daniel Beddingfield but we managed to humilate him both times. Classic.

Just Jake!

This is the funniest thing I've seen in ages. It almost beats Justin Timbelake's dick in a box for SNL/You Tube hilarity. And check out those biceps....

Happy New Year (oh and Merry Christmas too)!

Hope everyone had a lovely Christmas and New Years. It's been a well travelled holiday season for me this year. I've only been in Auckland one night in the last week and a half. Phew. It feels like ages since we finished up at work. We travelled down to Wellington on Christmas Eve Eve (Saturday) for the biannual Scott Family gathering and also managed to catch up with Mum's side of the family. After being away for a couple of years there was a bit of catching up to do and it was great to see everyone. We stayed in Welly until Friday then Kat and I did the marathon 8 hour back up to Auckland. Then the next day we did another 4 hour drive up to Oakura Bay so we could go camping with Kat's friends (and the old Kelston boys crew) for New Years. I haven't been camping for years and don't have very fond memories but it proved to be a fun and chilled out couple of days. And I didn't even mind having to use the smelly long drop. Too much. Also I think it was the first New Years Eve (or any other evening) I've spent wearing gumboots. So glamorous.

Anyhoo here's some pics from our new years eve antics. There's none of me in gumboots, (un)fortunately..