Who wants to do a 100km race?

4 05 2005

This has me chomping at the bit thinking about it.

And I thought S was crazy for considering a 1/2 marathon!

I think its an attractive challenge in that its in the wilderness, and not just plodding around streets.

wonder if I can do it in 24 hours. thats only 4.1km/h. slightly over walking pace.

Anyone Keen :D
Oxfam Trailwalker Sydney: 100 kms - teams of 4 - 48 hours



Queenstown - Never-Never Land

17 07 2004

Party season’s in full swing, the skiing is great, sex and drugs are plentiful. So what could be wrong with Queenstown life?

On the plane approaching Queenstown airport, hungry young men in beanies crane their necks for first glimpses of snowfields.

At this time of year, the Wakatipu is a world of white, breaking into darker shades as new subdivisions are carved on the outskirts of town.

Beckoning below is fun central, Queenstown in the thick of July, the biggest party in the country every night.

It’s a town where on a Monday you can do a pub-crawl with scores of others, where on a Tuesday night you can party with 240 young seasonal workers packed into the Buffalo Club.

And a town that can undo the unwary: where the free-flowing sex and drugs mask disease (mental and sexual), abuse, financial strain, relationship breakdowns and provide a layer of social pressures on the town’s youngsters that are a world away from the familiar realities of small-town New Zealand.

At this time of year, with the increasingly popular Winter Festival still fresh in hungover minds, the permanent population of around 15,000 is swollen by an average of 8000 visitors a day.

Many are having the time of their lives in the 140 bars – and counting – which provide round-the-clock revelry.

As one breathless Brisbane 21-year-old said after a week of skiing and partying: “You’ve got to give up sleep to deal with everything.”

It’s not just teenagers. A barman surveying the older Monday night crowd says: “It’s a bit like never-never land.”
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How to get famous

17 05 2004

I was thinking tonite.. while dozing on the couch.. big brother spewing forth from the tv..

I would get real famous if I was in there.. and I’d never get voted off

Not because of stupid shite I’d say, because of the crazy shite I do!

everyone would want to see WTF i would do everytime i sleepwalk..

Seriously, I would love to watch it.. at least then I would have a documented proof how messed up some of my dreams are. And I get to laugh at it just as much as anyone who gets to experience it first hand :D

Lets take a recent example:
Set the scene for anyone who hasnt yet spent the sweet sweet night in my room :P

The master bedroom, has an ensuite, 1 wall is a full length wardrobe ( total wall of mirror )
Queen size bed.. and hunky old me.

It was late one nite, I was asleep.. (yes i dream about being asleep!)
I heard some noises, so without moving much at all, I had a look around the room.

There was a guy dealing drugs from my ensuite.
He would wait till someone came into the room via my wardrobe. They would lean around the end of the doors, hand him the cash, and take the drugs.

The dealer would go back to the ensuite, and the druggie would somehow escape from the wardrobe.

Now this went on a couple of times. So then I flipped out.
I jumped out of bed. The dealer had already disappeared from the ensuite.

I noticed an arm sticking out around the end of the doors from the wardrobe.

So I pushed all the wardrobe doors along the rails and slammed them into the wall, trying to squash the arm of the druggie.

Alas he got away.
And the sheila in my bed got to have a good old giggle at my antics..