Saturday, 26 December 2015

Quiet Beauty of Wellie summer

Another wonderful warm Wellie day and the world is out on the streets for the post Christmas Sales.
Tom just joined me for coffee and said Briscoe's has an enormous sale on where he bought a dinner set for fifteen dollars. Trust Tom to get a bargain. I am tempted to go and have a look as there is always something in the kitchen I need.
Roger Donaldson,back in NZ to bring up his kids pof course. Has just made a doco on Bruce McClaren, the Kiwi formula One grandprix champ at age 22, youngest in the world but died in an accident at age 32. Will be a good doco though.

The charismatic Kiwi champ who  created a legend and a dynasty of motor cars with the McClaren brand.

Another famous Kiwi cartoonistSir David Low, emplyed by London during the war to help subvert Hitler!

But London is sucking UK dry according to the statistics. It is taking all all the funding to remain the world's top city, and become the most expensive on the way I am sure!

Below is Eddie in Bella. Just met his gorgeous Mum who told me he loves cars so I thought he might like to have a sit in the Bellissima of sports cars, the Z 3.
Eddie, a racing car enthusiast..

Green tea at Tom's

...feeling good!

After visiting Tom and having a cup of green tea I have recovered from the food poison from the warm muffin at Memphis. Poor Johnny will be mortified tomorrow when I tell him his custard muffin was toxic. I threw up twice in the drains outside Briscoe's and finally felt well enough to go and see Tom and Brent, who immediately said I had been poisoned. Home for a rest and cheese on toast to settle my stomach and then decided to see 'Suffragette' at the Miramar Roxy, a cinema which I have not yet visited and the 8.15 session is perfect.

It is a quick drive out, only ten minutes, and the Art Deco theatre is nearly empty but will fill up with Star Wars enthusiasts very soon. It is owned by film supremo Sir Michael Jackson, so it is a local icon and never empty. The bar and box-office service was fabulous, and the young people know their game here.
The great bar at The Roxy, where I am reading the Wellington magazine called Fishbone. The article below is most telling as it is a brother's lament on his younger brother's sucide and what he could have done to help him. This question of suicide seemsto be everywhere in New Zealand. Niki, my new housemate, suffered from a father who took his life when she was only eleven years old. One wonders if the children would ever recover from this awful phenomenon. I really don't think Niki has, and her behaviour shows evidence of it. I must constantly be aware of this in my relationship with her as it is quite delicate even at the best of times.

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