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There are a couple of songs that were game changers for me. As a kid I saw The Beatles movie A Hard Day’s Night and the idea of girls chasing me down the street had great appeal and I thought I should be in a band some day. So every time I hear that first chord I am reminded of that moment. . . . → Read More: The Importance Of Being Eno 
These annual parties/concerts have been going on now since my old band mates from the late 70’s Dave Arrowsmith and Warren Cate and I dusted off some of our old punk rock songs, put a small vocal PA on the front deck at Waikaretu and used bedside lamps to light the way so we didn’t fall over each other. Every year they get a little bigger, and a lot better. . . . → Read More: It’s Bigger Than Texas 
A very, very long time ago, when the internet was very young, I started building websites. That stuff is easy now but back in the mid 90’s it was all very new. I still do some websites, mainly for close friends and clients I have been working with for nearly 2 decades. And I have always had Exposures as a personal website. Exposures has changed a lot over the years and now it’s just a simple blog. back in the day it was an important website for horse racing people. It got awards. And stuff. . . . → Read More: Once Upon A Time… 
This is the country that led the world in equal suffrage, and stood up to the might of the United States to make a principled stand on nuclear armed warships entering our ports. When the French government were conducting atmospheric tests in the Pacific Islands and used their military to engage in acts of violence against New Zealanders with the courage to protest our government sent a naval frigate with a cabinet minister on board to protect our countrymen. This is the country where a Labour government denied visas to a rugby team to play apartheid sport and when a National Government supported apartheid sport this is the country where over a million people stood up to be counted. In fact on every important issue of principle over several generations New Zealanders have stood up and taken a decent stand and have demonstrated to the world that we are capable of thinking for ourselves and expressing our own point of view, even if it is at odds with others. . . . → Read More: Proud To Be A New Zealander? 
It wasn’t just the railways that got wrecked by this kind if thinking… every public service that could be opened up to private enterprise had the vultures come in for a feed. The slogan was always “efficiency”. “It’s more efficient if it’s run as a private enterprise” Except it wasn’t true. It was a lie. It was a lie told by people who wanted to make a profit providing those services. . . . → Read More: The Lunatics Have Taken Over The Asylum 
So anyway I went and had a chat with Paula Bennett and about 50 of my fellow Nats in Waiuku this morning. Paula was fizzing about her new welfare reforms. Contraception, drug testing, making lampshades from tattooed skin etc. She did her best to assure us this was in the best interests of those involved and would save us lots of money if Treasuries predictions turned out correct. There’s a first time for everything you know. Well I had to tell her that as a member if the generation of hard working Kiwi Mums and Dads that were happy to help her when she needed it we wanted her to know what an absolute pleasure it was to be able to answer her call for help. . . . → Read More: Poorer Benefits For All 
We didn’t go to people’s places to play, we had a big section and we played together. We stayed at our grandparents places or at our cousins places in the school holidays. Everything was family orientated. On Sunday’s our grandparents would come and get us and take us to Cockle Bay for a swim and then we’d come home after and Mum would feed us up on Pipi fritters. We grew up like that. A big family, but close. As we grew the family got bigger. As teenagers our friends were encouraged into the wider family, calling Mum Ma or Mrs S and Dad was Mr Stewart. Dad would round us all up at Christmas and we’d take taxis up to the Cossie Club to get drunk and then taxi it home again where he’d make sure we all were safe. . . . → Read More: Ngati Stewart Gathering, June 2, 2013 
Let me tell you about Bernie. Bernie is an old school mate. At school Bernie was one of those pivotal teenager cool guys. He was taller than everyone else, had longer hair than everyone else, he had better parties than everyone else and didn’t have his head up his arse like a lot of ‘cool’ people did. . . . → Read More: Let Me Tell You About Bernie 
Goal setting is limiting I reckon. You set your sights on the final goal but you tend to ignore opportunities that come along that don’t fit your ‘goal’, so you let them pass you by. Not always, but often, this is the case. I think for some people it’s better to establish the there is a road to the goal, and the road itself is in fact the goal. . . . → Read More: The Road Is The Goal My mother was my hero, and mothers everywhere still are my heros. This is not to denigrate the role of the father, that is important too, but in my case it was a different role that Dad played. Mum was the person whom taught me about love and tenderness. About caring and sharing. And about treating every one the same. Which is not to say Mum didn’t have favorites, she did. She had 7 of them. . . . → Read More: Born Again? |
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