I'm running on adrenaline and Fresh Up Apple, Lemon & Lime Juice (mm, a bit zesty, I like it) at present. It's 4pm and I'm finally having lunch. I'm so tired and that bloody festival hasn't even started yet - it's 3 days away! This morning, my boss said I looked like shite. Gee, thanks.
The fashion shows were fabulous, darling. Zambesi was really unique, loved that fact they had a live band (Pluto) playing on the stage as the models strode out. Trelise Cooper was gorgeous, a lot more black which is surprising and IPG had some fab dresses, but I don't think their sizes go up to jumbo for the likes of moi LOL.
Oh, completely random. Do you have words that you hate? LOL. I do. I'm not sure where it stems from. Probably a symptom that I need to get a life if words I hate is what I'm thinking about as I eat my lunch...
Three words that I really hate, with a passion are:
Belly
Pash
Panties
Belly, euw, even typing it gives me the willies LOL. Its a blubbery word, a floppy word. Ick.
Pash (is slang for kiss) is such a teen term..."I'm like, oh my gawd, he's so like, really cool and we totally, like, pashed!". Whenever my good friend talks about pashing boys, I want to say, pashing isn't done by anyone over 14 sweetie.
Panties. What is wrong with undies, or knickers? Panties sounds too, I don't know, wimpy and pathetic. I'd much rather the bf ripped my knickers off than my panties ;)
Tart at 4:12 PM |Tuesday, October 18, 2005
It's only Tuesday and I'm already knackered.
I flew up to Auckland first thing this morning for New Zealand Fashion Week, and am cramming in three shows (Trelise Cooper, Zambesi & IPG) before I fly back home again tomorrow morning.
Yes, I'm with all the lovies. The beautiful. The cool. The fashion people, darling. I'll stick out like a sore thumb (a sore and chubby thumb) LOL.
I managed to get freebie tickets to these shows thanks in part to my work, a friend who works for one of the sponsors and another friend who owns a boutique. I have spent most of today freaking out over what to wear! I mean, I'll be sharing tent space with Cameron Silver* and Diane Pernet**.
(I decided on knee-length tailored shorts, a double layer tank top, a fitted short jacket and these wicked wedge shoes, on loan from my friend, the boutique owner LOL. I've got a the requisite shades and trendy bag, so I think I'm set to go).
Apparently, there are goodie bags too! But, I've been told under no circumstances am I to look in it at the shows. It will kill me, but it's all about being cool LOL.
The rest of the week is going to be a blur...here's the diary:
Today - in Auckland for 3 fashion shows
Wednesday morning - early flight back home
Wednesday 9.30am - final production meeting at work regarding Diwali festival
Wednesday 12noon - meeting with art gallery
Wednesday 3pm - meeting with museum
Wednesday 5pm - cocktail function at art gallery
Wednesday 7pm - briefing session with new CEO
Thursday morning - meeting with performers and artists
Thursday all day - pre-festival activity stuff
Thursday 8pm - movie with g/f
Friday morning - pick up performers from airport
Friday all day - pre-festival activity stuff
Friday night - welcome dinner for festival performers, artists, organisers etc
Saturday all day - pre-festival activity stuff
Saturday night - bollywood dance competition
Sunday 9am - Diwali festival set up
Sunday 3pm - Diwali festival starts, escort performers around
Sunday 11pm - pack down
Monday morning - escort international performers to museum for performances
Monday all day - look after performers
Tuesday 9am - set up at Kids museum for school workshops
Tuesday all day - school workshops
Wednesday 9am - fly to Auckland
Wednesday all day - meeting with art gallery, museum and library
Thursday 9am - set up at art gallery for school workshops
Thursday all day - school workshops
Friday - repeat Thursday
Saturday - sightseeing with international performers
Sunday 9am - Diwali festival set up
Sunday 11am - Diwali festival starts, escort performers around and try and spot the two huge Bollywood stars that are attending!
Sunday 11pm - pack down and then go lie in a quivering heap
So, it's going to be a bit busy there for a bit. In between all this stuff, I've somehow got to fit in my other work commitments, shopping for a wedding present and appeasing my bf as I'll be away for his birthday, which is today. So, happy birthday babe!
*Cameron Silver is a very influential stylist and was responsible for started the vintage vibe again.
**Diane Pernet is a fashion writer, I love her blog.
I flew up to Auckland first thing this morning for New Zealand Fashion Week, and am cramming in three shows (Trelise Cooper, Zambesi & IPG) before I fly back home again tomorrow morning.
Yes, I'm with all the lovies. The beautiful. The cool. The fashion people, darling. I'll stick out like a sore thumb (a sore and chubby thumb) LOL.
I managed to get freebie tickets to these shows thanks in part to my work, a friend who works for one of the sponsors and another friend who owns a boutique. I have spent most of today freaking out over what to wear! I mean, I'll be sharing tent space with Cameron Silver* and Diane Pernet**.
(I decided on knee-length tailored shorts, a double layer tank top, a fitted short jacket and these wicked wedge shoes, on loan from my friend, the boutique owner LOL. I've got a the requisite shades and trendy bag, so I think I'm set to go).
Apparently, there are goodie bags too! But, I've been told under no circumstances am I to look in it at the shows. It will kill me, but it's all about being cool LOL.
The rest of the week is going to be a blur...here's the diary:
Today - in Auckland for 3 fashion shows
Wednesday morning - early flight back home
Wednesday 9.30am - final production meeting at work regarding Diwali festival
Wednesday 12noon - meeting with art gallery
Wednesday 3pm - meeting with museum
Wednesday 5pm - cocktail function at art gallery
Wednesday 7pm - briefing session with new CEO
Thursday morning - meeting with performers and artists
Thursday all day - pre-festival activity stuff
Thursday 8pm - movie with g/f
Friday morning - pick up performers from airport
Friday all day - pre-festival activity stuff
Friday night - welcome dinner for festival performers, artists, organisers etc
Saturday all day - pre-festival activity stuff
Saturday night - bollywood dance competition
Sunday 9am - Diwali festival set up
Sunday 3pm - Diwali festival starts, escort performers around
Sunday 11pm - pack down
Monday morning - escort international performers to museum for performances
Monday all day - look after performers
Tuesday 9am - set up at Kids museum for school workshops
Tuesday all day - school workshops
Wednesday 9am - fly to Auckland
Wednesday all day - meeting with art gallery, museum and library
Thursday 9am - set up at art gallery for school workshops
Thursday all day - school workshops
Friday - repeat Thursday
Saturday - sightseeing with international performers
Sunday 9am - Diwali festival set up
Sunday 11am - Diwali festival starts, escort performers around and try and spot the two huge Bollywood stars that are attending!
Sunday 11pm - pack down and then go lie in a quivering heap
So, it's going to be a bit busy there for a bit. In between all this stuff, I've somehow got to fit in my other work commitments, shopping for a wedding present and appeasing my bf as I'll be away for his birthday, which is today. So, happy birthday babe!
*Cameron Silver is a very influential stylist and was responsible for started the vintage vibe again.
**Diane Pernet is a fashion writer, I love her blog.
Thursday, October 13, 2005
I've just come back from a cocktail function hosted by the organisation I work for.
It was a nice function; good wine, excellent food, short speeches.
The guests included current and former ambassadors, members of parliament, CEOs of large corporations, diplomats, advisors, heads of ministry's, Treasury and even the head of the largest advertising agency in the country (for the record, he is a complete twat).
One thing they all had in common though, was that they were men. White, middle class men. This country might be progressive in some areas, but in others, it is still very much an old boys network. Emphasis on the old. I doubt there was a bloke there under 50!
One valuable lesson I learned tonight was this.
Never wear a low cut top that shows a bit of cleavage. Those old buggers must have stared at my boobs everytime they came near. Perverts LOL.
It was a nice function; good wine, excellent food, short speeches.
The guests included current and former ambassadors, members of parliament, CEOs of large corporations, diplomats, advisors, heads of ministry's, Treasury and even the head of the largest advertising agency in the country (for the record, he is a complete twat).
One thing they all had in common though, was that they were men. White, middle class men. This country might be progressive in some areas, but in others, it is still very much an old boys network. Emphasis on the old. I doubt there was a bloke there under 50!
One valuable lesson I learned tonight was this.
Never wear a low cut top that shows a bit of cleavage. Those old buggers must have stared at my boobs everytime they came near. Perverts LOL.
I was doing my usual mid-morning online read of the Sydney Morning Herald and came across this article.
It's so nice to see positive observations from our trans-tasman cousin.
Forget the Joneses, keep up with the Kiwis
Our trans-Tasman neighbours may be the butt of many fush jokes, but they have plenty over us, writes Paola Totaro.
The drive from Auckland airport to the CBD is a long one - about $62 worth - but the Indian taxi driver's guileless observations about trans-Tasman differences sew a seed: "In Australia, passengers see you are foreign and demand to know if you know your way. In New Zealand, they ask you if you're OK, how you are settling. They wait to hear the answer. Do you know what I mean?"
First impressions, especially cultural ones, are often gut-driven, gleaned via the heart rather than the intellect. They are shaped by circumstance and refined by further visits, reading, longer immersion. But intuition is a deeply undervalued human trait, one that science acknowledges but has yet to fully explain. And so, with intuition alone as a guide, here are seven reasons why New Zealand has it all over us.
1. There are real women on TV in New Zealand, ones with grey hair, wrinkles and imperfect upper arms. They ask questions of politicians with unabashed irreverence, refuse to accept obfuscating answers and allow their faces to reveal every emotion - from utter disdain to disbelieving exasperation. The obsession with beauty and youth - and deadpan, emotionless Q and As - plays second fiddle to experience and a gutsy honesty.
Kiwis exude a confident, intelligent feminism that spreads across all generations and sectors - forget the women priests debate, NZ already has an Anglican woman bishop. (Oh, and apart from the Prime Minister, the Governor-General, Chief Justice and Speaker of the House are all women, too.)
2. Kiwi politicians have yet to succumb to the culture of spin. Helen Clark and her Nationals nemesis, Don Brash, deigned to debate each other and went head-to-head on TV several times. Both hit the streets to meet and greet - not just once a day for the TV cameras - and campaigned in halls, pubs, clubs and often hostile university campuses.
Their campaign itineraries were made available in advance - an unknown in Australia where we are told that "security" considerations preclude knowing where our taxpayer-funded elected representatives are going to be. "Staying on message" - the mantra of the spin-meisters to this nation's politicians - has yet to homogenise the political discourse in NZ, allowing politicians room to answer questions in a way that doesn't bore us all rigid - and even reveals a little of their characters, occasionally even a hint of genuine warmth or humour.
3. NZ police are not armed and the nation's crime rate is at its lowest since 1982. Law and order and national security play a significant part in the nation's public consciousness but it has yet to be exploited ruthlessly by politicians in the way federal and state politicians have done at home.
Helen Clark disbanded the nation's air wing (a realistic assessment if ever there was one). Even Winston Peters's revelation that a former Iraqi minister associated with Saddam Hussein had arrived in NZ on a visitor's visa was handled without too much strident rhetoric; it simply prompted the necessary reform of immigration policy and frontline character assessment criteria.
(That said, NZ also has a very high imprisonment rate - 157 per 100,000 compared to Australia's 116 per 100,000. More than three-fifths of the world's nations have rates below 150 per 100,000.)
4. The politics of race and separatism - in language, funding, in parliamentary seats - is spoken about as just that. There is no euphemism, no pussyfooting around. The debate is sophisticated, upfront, and Maori are omnipresent: visible, powerful, intellectually combative and yet profoundly civil in their rhetoric.
The newly formed Maori Party took on Clark's Labour after a massive falling out over foreshores legislation. Dr Pita Sharples, the veteran Maori leader and pioneer of Maori language schools, challenged Labour's young gun, John Tamihere, and won his seat.
Despite the big stakes and violent political disagreement, both men expressed a dignified respect for one another as human beings in public that is unheard of here.
5. Similarly, the health debate is relatively untrammelled by social or political taboo: the rationing of resources is discussed openly (should smokers be offered intensive care beds, should taxpayers fund fertility treatments?). Universal health care is untouchable; however, there is growing talk about what it is that people can reasonably expect from a public health system and where lines may have to be drawn.
"I've had people tell me angrily they won't pay for their pills. I say, 'Don't take them, then. If you don't think you are worth a dollar a day, I certainly don't'," said Wayne Brown, Auckland's District Health Board chairman, in a pre-election article.
(A bureaucrat allowed to speak out at all; there's another big difference.)
6. Clark's personal sense of identity is so strong and blissfully unaffected by vanity that it seems to have rubbed off on her countrymen and women. Who else could have sent one of the world's first trans-gender MPs and a former sex worker - Georgina (originally George) Beyer - to meet the Queen at the airport?
It takes a confident nation to make a small decision like that - and big decisions like kissing goodbye the possibility of a free trade deal with the US to retain an unstintingly pacifist stance on the world stage.
"The bottom line is that this Government doesn't trade the lives of young New Zealanders for a war it doesn't believe in, in order to secure some material advantage," said Clark more than two years ago.
7. The New Zealand PM sticks to her word. See point 6.
Man, I love this country LOL.
It's so nice to see positive observations from our trans-tasman cousin.
Forget the Joneses, keep up with the Kiwis
Our trans-Tasman neighbours may be the butt of many fush jokes, but they have plenty over us, writes Paola Totaro.
The drive from Auckland airport to the CBD is a long one - about $62 worth - but the Indian taxi driver's guileless observations about trans-Tasman differences sew a seed: "In Australia, passengers see you are foreign and demand to know if you know your way. In New Zealand, they ask you if you're OK, how you are settling. They wait to hear the answer. Do you know what I mean?"
First impressions, especially cultural ones, are often gut-driven, gleaned via the heart rather than the intellect. They are shaped by circumstance and refined by further visits, reading, longer immersion. But intuition is a deeply undervalued human trait, one that science acknowledges but has yet to fully explain. And so, with intuition alone as a guide, here are seven reasons why New Zealand has it all over us.
1. There are real women on TV in New Zealand, ones with grey hair, wrinkles and imperfect upper arms. They ask questions of politicians with unabashed irreverence, refuse to accept obfuscating answers and allow their faces to reveal every emotion - from utter disdain to disbelieving exasperation. The obsession with beauty and youth - and deadpan, emotionless Q and As - plays second fiddle to experience and a gutsy honesty.
Kiwis exude a confident, intelligent feminism that spreads across all generations and sectors - forget the women priests debate, NZ already has an Anglican woman bishop. (Oh, and apart from the Prime Minister, the Governor-General, Chief Justice and Speaker of the House are all women, too.)
2. Kiwi politicians have yet to succumb to the culture of spin. Helen Clark and her Nationals nemesis, Don Brash, deigned to debate each other and went head-to-head on TV several times. Both hit the streets to meet and greet - not just once a day for the TV cameras - and campaigned in halls, pubs, clubs and often hostile university campuses.
Their campaign itineraries were made available in advance - an unknown in Australia where we are told that "security" considerations preclude knowing where our taxpayer-funded elected representatives are going to be. "Staying on message" - the mantra of the spin-meisters to this nation's politicians - has yet to homogenise the political discourse in NZ, allowing politicians room to answer questions in a way that doesn't bore us all rigid - and even reveals a little of their characters, occasionally even a hint of genuine warmth or humour.
3. NZ police are not armed and the nation's crime rate is at its lowest since 1982. Law and order and national security play a significant part in the nation's public consciousness but it has yet to be exploited ruthlessly by politicians in the way federal and state politicians have done at home.
Helen Clark disbanded the nation's air wing (a realistic assessment if ever there was one). Even Winston Peters's revelation that a former Iraqi minister associated with Saddam Hussein had arrived in NZ on a visitor's visa was handled without too much strident rhetoric; it simply prompted the necessary reform of immigration policy and frontline character assessment criteria.
(That said, NZ also has a very high imprisonment rate - 157 per 100,000 compared to Australia's 116 per 100,000. More than three-fifths of the world's nations have rates below 150 per 100,000.)
4. The politics of race and separatism - in language, funding, in parliamentary seats - is spoken about as just that. There is no euphemism, no pussyfooting around. The debate is sophisticated, upfront, and Maori are omnipresent: visible, powerful, intellectually combative and yet profoundly civil in their rhetoric.
The newly formed Maori Party took on Clark's Labour after a massive falling out over foreshores legislation. Dr Pita Sharples, the veteran Maori leader and pioneer of Maori language schools, challenged Labour's young gun, John Tamihere, and won his seat.
Despite the big stakes and violent political disagreement, both men expressed a dignified respect for one another as human beings in public that is unheard of here.
5. Similarly, the health debate is relatively untrammelled by social or political taboo: the rationing of resources is discussed openly (should smokers be offered intensive care beds, should taxpayers fund fertility treatments?). Universal health care is untouchable; however, there is growing talk about what it is that people can reasonably expect from a public health system and where lines may have to be drawn.
"I've had people tell me angrily they won't pay for their pills. I say, 'Don't take them, then. If you don't think you are worth a dollar a day, I certainly don't'," said Wayne Brown, Auckland's District Health Board chairman, in a pre-election article.
(A bureaucrat allowed to speak out at all; there's another big difference.)
6. Clark's personal sense of identity is so strong and blissfully unaffected by vanity that it seems to have rubbed off on her countrymen and women. Who else could have sent one of the world's first trans-gender MPs and a former sex worker - Georgina (originally George) Beyer - to meet the Queen at the airport?
It takes a confident nation to make a small decision like that - and big decisions like kissing goodbye the possibility of a free trade deal with the US to retain an unstintingly pacifist stance on the world stage.
"The bottom line is that this Government doesn't trade the lives of young New Zealanders for a war it doesn't believe in, in order to secure some material advantage," said Clark more than two years ago.
7. The New Zealand PM sticks to her word. See point 6.
Man, I love this country LOL.
Monday, October 10, 2005
Its the boyfriends birthday soon (next Tuesday) so I bought him the first two seasons of the British comedy show, Little Britain on DVD as one of his presents. I love Little Britain. Love it. It's rude, quirky and fucking hilarious.
Some favourite quotes from the show.
Social worker: All I want to know Vicky is where is your baby?
Vicky Pollard: Oh, I swapped it for a Westlife CD.
Social worker: Oh my God, how could you.
Vicky Pollard: I know, they're rubbish.
Daffyd Thomas: I'm the only gay in the village.
Old Ma Evan's Lodger: Well, I seem to have passed your gay test, so I must be gay.
Daffyd: No, you are not a gay. I am the gay. You're probably just a little bit poofy!
Vicky Pollard: Anyway don't listen to her coz everyone knows her fanny goes sideways.
Teacher: [Vicky has walked out of the class and left the pram with her baby in behind] Vicky aren't you going to take your baby?
Vicky Pollard: No don't worry I've got loads at home.
Mrs Williams: [about Daffyd] I've said it before Vicar, and I'll say it again - what that boy needs is a nice big cock up his arse!
Vicky Pollard: She's got her own council flat and three kids and she's only nine.
Narrator: Swimming pools in Britain have very strict rules - no bombing, no petting, no ducking and no fondue parties.
Police Officer: You do know it's an offence to waste police time?
Vicky Pollard: No, but, yeah, but, no, but, yeah, but, no, but, yeah but I know because I'm not wasting police time because you know Micha? Well, she saw the whole thing, right, because she was bunking off school because she was gonna go down the wimbley and get off with Luke Griffiths, only she never because he's been trying to grow a moustache but it just looks like pubes, so she got off with Luke Torbet instead, only don't tell Bethany that because she's fancied Luke Torbet ever since she flashed her fanny at him during Home Ec'.
Some favourite quotes from the show.
Social worker: All I want to know Vicky is where is your baby?
Vicky Pollard: Oh, I swapped it for a Westlife CD.
Social worker: Oh my God, how could you.
Vicky Pollard: I know, they're rubbish.
Daffyd Thomas: I'm the only gay in the village.
Old Ma Evan's Lodger: Well, I seem to have passed your gay test, so I must be gay.
Daffyd: No, you are not a gay. I am the gay. You're probably just a little bit poofy!
Vicky Pollard: Anyway don't listen to her coz everyone knows her fanny goes sideways.
Teacher: [Vicky has walked out of the class and left the pram with her baby in behind] Vicky aren't you going to take your baby?
Vicky Pollard: No don't worry I've got loads at home.
Mrs Williams: [about Daffyd] I've said it before Vicar, and I'll say it again - what that boy needs is a nice big cock up his arse!
Vicky Pollard: She's got her own council flat and three kids and she's only nine.
Narrator: Swimming pools in Britain have very strict rules - no bombing, no petting, no ducking and no fondue parties.
Police Officer: You do know it's an offence to waste police time?
Vicky Pollard: No, but, yeah, but, no, but, yeah, but, no, but, yeah but I know because I'm not wasting police time because you know Micha? Well, she saw the whole thing, right, because she was bunking off school because she was gonna go down the wimbley and get off with Luke Griffiths, only she never because he's been trying to grow a moustache but it just looks like pubes, so she got off with Luke Torbet instead, only don't tell Bethany that because she's fancied Luke Torbet ever since she flashed her fanny at him during Home Ec'.
Oh it's such a perfect day
I'm glad I spend it with you
oh such a perfect day
you just keep me hangin on
you just keep me hangin on
(Perfect Day, Lou Reed)
I think Sundays are my favourite day of the week.
I used to dislike Sundays immensely as I always had the I-have-to-go-to-work-tomorrow blues.
But now, its the only day of the week where I really get to spend quality time with the boyfriend. (And its the only day of the week where I don't have to do any housework, so a double bonus!)
Yesterday was a perfect day. A perfect spring day, sunny, blue skies and no wind. I spent the morning reading the Sunday paper, drinking coffee and watching the boyfriend surfing, at a new cafe that's opened up at our local surf club. The cafe is really good. Serves excellent food and the coffee is brilliant. It was heaven to sit outside, sunglasses on (finally, a chance to wear my new big sunnies, and they're big, I'm talking cover my small face big LOL) and chill out.
I like watching the boyfriend surf too, he makes it look so easy! And he makes my mouth water when he walks out of the surf, unzips his wetsuit and pulls it down to his waist...whoa...LOL.
After we had brunch - me, scrambled eggs on toast and a cafe latte; him, bacon, sausages, hashbrowns, poached eggs, toast, fried tomatoes and a large flat white - we decided to go for a drive along the coast and then we stopped off for ice cream and people watching along Oriental Parade.
I wanted to go check out Cool Brittania and buy some of my favourite and much missed sweets and crisps from England (I bought two packets of Walkers Cheese & Onion crisps, two packets of Minstrels, a bar of Galaxy chocolate and a packet of Hob Nobs - me so happy! Then I saw how much it cost, $24 - me not so happy).
Then, because I was still in a spending money mode, we went to the supermarket and bought some cheese, pate, a baguette, some red wine and grapes and drove back around the coast to our favourite beach, to eat our picnic and watch the sunset. It was so lovely. Just the two of us on this stretch of beach, watching the last fingers of the sun disappear behind the horizon.
A perfect day, finished with a perfect moment, a kiss to my neck and a whispered "I love you" in the ear. Sigh.
Friday, October 07, 2005
To the guy on the 22 bus in the morning, who doesn't stop talking for the entire 25 minute journey, loudly...
To the girl at the next table at Astoria today at lunch, talking on her cellphone about how she'd just "die if I was a size 10"...
To the man outside the hospital with the SPUC poster lecturing me on the evils of abortion, prostitution, civil unions...
To the Estee Lauder counter lady who sprayed me in the face with some foul perfume and then proceeded to follow me around extolling the greatness of said perfume...
This has been a public service announcement.
To the girl at the next table at Astoria today at lunch, talking on her cellphone about how she'd just "die if I was a size 10"...
To the man outside the hospital with the SPUC poster lecturing me on the evils of abortion, prostitution, civil unions...
To the Estee Lauder counter lady who sprayed me in the face with some foul perfume and then proceeded to follow me around extolling the greatness of said perfume...
This has been a public service announcement.
Wednesday, October 05, 2005
I've just come out of a 5 hour meeting. I did have this very cool idea for a new blog post, but my brain is fried and is operating on backup generators at present.
So, the easiest thing to do is of course, to talk about me, cos I can do that without any problems.
So, the easiest thing to do is of course, to talk about me, cos I can do that without any problems.
- I absolutely love Polo. The sport with ponies and chukkas that is. My first pony as a 9 year old was an old polo pony.
- I am a good mimic and can do very convincing accents.
- I hate holding hands in public.
- I am a closet petrol head. I love cars and motorsport.
- I once got into a fight with a girl because I was wearing a blue bandanna which at the time, was the colour of a local gang.
- I hate capri pants with a passion.
- Eating anything mint flavoured makes me sneeze uncontrollably.
- I cannot snorkel, despite years of trying.
- I was obsessed with KISS when I was 4.
- I got a red Ferrari for my 21st birthday.
- It was a matchbox toy Ferrari.
- In family photos, I always manage to hide behind other family members because I am very unphotogenic.
- I passionately hate gardening because I hate dirt on my hands.
- I have a crush on my friends husband because he always kisses my cheek and says I'm beautiful.
- There is always good cheese, a bottle of vodka and broccoli in my refridgerator.
- I think my friends baby looks like a skinned cat, but lied and said she was cute.
- I hate confrontation and will avoid it at all costs.
- I think my mother is one of the most beautiful women I know.
- I sometimes miss living in London that my heart aches.
- But I would never live anywhere else but New Zealand.
- I hate cats.
- I made three short films at university that were showcased at a national film festival.
- I ran away from home when I was 16 for 13 days.
- I will see any film with Dame Judi Dench in it.
- I named my niece.
- I have always lived by water, whether river, lake or ocean.
- I have more pairs of trainers/sneakers than days in a month.
- But only ever wear two or three pairs.
- I loathe opera, jazz and country music.
- I think Gordon Ramsey is a genius.
Okay, that's it for now.