How Many Times?

How many times can I have the Hot and Spicy squid from the Canton Kitchen in my 4 days away?

Stop Bloody Raining

Stop bloody raining, stop bloody raining, stop bloody raining, stop bloody raining, stop BLOODY raining.

Normally I don't mind possible airport closures as we're the number 1 property for disrupts which means lots of lovely revenue, but as it's all about me and I'm flying today IT HAS TO STAY OPEN..

My tension has not been helped by the Prickly one sending me pictures of her reclining on a white sandy Caribbean beach, nice abs chook, but you still deserve to lose your bloody iPod for that sort of torture. And then at morning talk the RDM was gleefully saying it looks like a good day for disrupts, may have to get coffee girls to sabotage his coffee for that jinx.

I am so organised and on top of it all that I only have one task to complete today, then have the rest of the day to stew and fester over the weather. I think I may programme my phone to auto dial the airport every 10 minutes. And of course as I'm flying on the most budget of budget flights no lovely access to the Koru club or brandy testing for me.

I think I may go file some teaspoons just to keep busy.

Oooh, and I've just remembered I'm going to be off line for 4 days, goodness how will I cope. Can you believe it that there is a house in Auckland that doesn't have an internet connection AND doesn't have a computer in it. Of course since it is a property of architectural significance in NZ it really would spoil the integrity of it. And before you all start bleating about wireless and laptops, that's a NO to both!

`Fess up....

Who's the bloody clever clogs that has leaked the story below to Les Mills, I see someone from there has been keeping an eye on the story this morning. First time visitor to the site, easily identifiable ip.

Grrrr........you trying to ruin my holiday or something!!

NOT HAPPY!

Circuit Please PLEASE

As the child is again injured and not training I have decided to steal her Les Mills swipe card and take it with me on my wee holiday, and visit the big city gym while in the big city, weather dependent as I don't have a car this trip.

As a little aside, this is a modern single Mother anomaly. She gets a very cheap rate for Les Mills via her coach which I pay for, bad bad Mummy that I am. I don't have access to that rate and can't afford even the corporate specials so attend a very very micro gym close to home. If I am successful at getting myself in at Auckland, and no one notices that I'm not 15 years old, I may borrow the card more often down here.

However, I have decided when I attempt to go on Saturday for my "last chance work out" as such,(mid afternoon if anyone is interested) that I would like to do a circuit, I yearn to do a circuit as it's too long since I last attended a gym with a circuit. I am a bit confused though. I have trawled the Les Mills site, but all I can find are references to group circuit classes, but I don't want to do a group thing. I am self motivating I don't need anyone to yell at me to go harder, unless it's Jillian of course.

So could someone please assure me that there is a circuit there that I can access without having to bond with others?

Yoo Hoo Auckland...I'm coming to visit.

Yes, I'm finally escaping the rain in Wellington to enjoy the rain in Auckland later this week. It's supposed to be a few days of rest etc but as usual I seem to have filled up my dance card with coffees/dinners/catch ups that I fear I am going to be extremely busy.

I had been pondering whether to go out and do the dancing thing on Saturday night, or just chill at the beach, but thought what the fuk, it will be the last dance night out for a VERY long time so will "just do it". All you lovely ladies at Flirt, I'll see you there.

At dinner the other night I was discussing how I find it a bit odd that at my advanced years I still love going out and losing a few hours on the dance floor, when those around usually look like babies. I know Madge still does the dance thing, but it's her job. I have come to the conclusion that it's because my generation taught all following ones how to stay up all night and dance. We are the hippy/punks, and though we thumbed our noses at disco, and of course wore the "death to disco" badges on our second hand suit jackets, we quickly embraced the funk/groove/ soul vibe that followed the dreadful new Romantics/post punk era. We had clubs that didn't even open up till 11pm, coooeee anyone remember the fabulous 6 Month club?? I was the gorgeous coat check girl, my best job ever, made a fortune. I found a simple theory, the less items of clothing I wore the more money I made. However I digress.The second summer of love and the rave generation would not have happened without us paving the way.

(Woops, just had a little wander down memory lane and London in the mid 80's, stumbling out of clubs in the very wee smalls, knowing full well I had no cash for the night bus and had to walk. There were always people handing out cool arty fliers for the very early dance parties held in old demo buildings. I of course was so cool I was always given the fliers, and still have a collection of them filed away.)

Now my next concern for Saturday night is the usual, what shall I wear? Shall I give Roisin Dubh another outing, or old fave red bordello shirt which I was told was "very distracting" the last time I wore it. Oooh, and I've just realised as well that I will be going out anonymously. No one there knows me, who I am, so I can behave however I want. Very very tempting, but will remember my rules, no phone, no business cards.

ADDENDUM: I have now been invited to a stag party prior to going out clubbing. A couple who are getting civilised shortly are holding it and the invite requested "wear drag". I of course won't, but swoon swoon, girlie heaven.......will be a bit like the kid in the candy store, I'll have one of those, and one of those.......

Fuk Fuk Fuk

One of my morning staff has a habit of panicking at times and ringing me at 7am to sort shit. I have told her repeatedly to not ring me at 7am as I'm in the shower.

In my hurry to get out of the shower and answer the phone this morning I caught my foot on the corner of the shower door. The resulting injury is deeper than a scratch but not as deep as a cut, that is not the problem. The problem is that it's on top of a vein which has instantly swollen to quite a large and painful size. I can not wear a shoe on that foot. And not wearing a shoe means NO RUNNING.

Now is not the time for me to be going without my running endorphins, hell hath and all that.....I fear for anyone that pisses me off in the next few days.

A Slight Departure.....

.....from the usual ramblings of my ever so riveting life to venture into the field of movie review, not my usual style as books and words are normally my forte, but here goes.

Last night I watched Control, and big thanks to my local video store for making all new releases $6, so now I can afford to do something on a Saturday night besides finding new places to hide the razor blades.

The movie is about the short life of Ian Curtis and the band Joy Division, which if you are under 40 years old you will have no idea who I'm talking about so go visit someone else's blog. It's made by Anton Corbjin who obviously was a huge fan, black and white, and the performances of the actors is so stunningly perfect you'll be blown away. All the Joy Division songs are performed by the actors.

A most alarming aspect of the movie is the inference that the medical profession prescribed medication for Curtis's epilepsy, but left it up to him to dose and "see what works best". I guess we should be glad that Chris Knox had a better level of care so is still here to create great music and be a spokesperson for epilepsy in NZ.

It's such a perfect little period piece with some classic Bowie, Iggy and Roxy Music tunes in there as well. I am so going to get my hands on a turntable for the party of the year so we can play some of the classics.

Kitchen Bitch, if you haven't already seen it go and hire it immediately, the ex boyfriend will appreciate it immensely, since he was the one that introduced me to "Unknown Pleasures", one of the pivotal and most influential albums of my life. And to quote an Ian Curtis line from the movie, " it was only ever about Unknown Pleasures".

Woman on a Mission # 2

Ok, off to the gym last night to have a good go on the shoulders, oh look it's all the big boys again and little old me. Goodness nice big boy who usually wears a faded sweat top is wearing a singlet today and he is HUUUUGGGEEE, lovely shape and definition, but HUUUUGGGEEEE.

Right, 10 minutes row to start and warm up then on to kneeling row, haven't done it for a while so only 15kg, want to do lats after but some dork with a notebook is on it, oh well, dumbbell shoulder press 7.5kg, lat machine still busy so a quick 3 sets of shoulder flies at 5kg. Lat machine still busy, get off the fukkin machine dork don't you know I'm a shoulder mission. Memo to self, tell gym staff to put up time limit notice on weight machines the same as they have on cardio equipment. Bugger, now have to do the other dreaded lat one where you counter balance and pull yourself up, hate it, oh right, now that I've finished dork and his notebook move on. Off to the cable now for shoulder cross over thingies at 9kg, then cable chest at 18kg, then on to the lat machine for front bicep pull downs at 45kg. Oooh big boy is doing something different for his shoulders must remember that. Need another chest (sic) so swiss ball press at 10kg, then 3 sets of 21's at 15kg to finish off. Fuk me haven't done those in a while, they almost hurt. On to the cross trainer for 10 more minutes cardio and nearly fall off from laughing hysterically at seeing NSBG's husband and child on news story about unusual names. Jump on scales, wrists safe, head off home.

Fuel up on steak while chanting grow shoulders, grow. Get phone call from a friend who has been stranded at Auckland airport for over 5 hours cos we're closed down here. Laugh hysterically at her good Samaritan story of trawling through the main airport lounge areas and bringing assorted waifs and strays to the Koru Lounge to use up her points, all the while hearing clinking bottles in the background, testing the brandy apparently. Somehow through my laughter I agreed to help shovel and wheelbarrow a mountain of topsoil on the weekend, she assures me it will do wonders for my shoulders. I'm praying madly for rain.

Phew, decide since I've been a paragon of virtue all week and kind to my liver I can reward myself with one of my precious few bottles of Olssens 2002 Riesling, yummy yummy. Finally slide off to bed praying that my shoulders will be all gorgeous and shapely in the morning.

OMG! #2

In the last 24 hours I have seen two males (who are real men, not boys) that are VERY attractive, both have been presenters on a current gig. I would go and sit in to ogle but it all sounds dreadfully dull.

This has been the first time in about 4 years that I found any member of the male of the species attractive, and now two in one day.

I hope this doesn't mean I have to wait another 4 years.

Shoulders Please

Yes Yes, I know we're not supposed to admire her physique, too thin, obsessive, blah blah blah....but look at her arms, or more to the point, look at her shoulders.

Want! Want!.....I want those lovely roundy bits at the top please. I've been praying madly to the goddess of good shoulders but every morning I wake up and mine are still the same.

Little Drummer Boy, you seem to show a lot of interest in this area, do tell how I can make shoulders like that. I'm doing a heavy tonight at the gym, maybe today's the day the miracle will finally happen.