Spreading Rumours
Kurt Vonnegut made famous the phrase Breakfast of Champions by using it as a title for a 1973 novel.
On the other hand, this is nothing more grand than a delicious breakfast recipe for a wannabe champion. Continue reading “Breakfast of Champions – and me”
“Sceptical?” piped up the old-timer. Of course I’m flamin’ sceptical ye addlepated mudfish!” –
“Aye, but it wasn’t always so. I was a dour and solemn presbyterian from birth onwards, and bar the whisky, gossip columns, loose floozies and muckraking, a devout one too! But all this changed suddenly in the winter of ’94, twenty years ago, when Auckland was struck by drought. Continue reading “Demons, Drought, and Bullfeathers”
Very close to sea level are some of the places which afford me a View from the Top nowadays.
One is a very short walking distance from Otaika River, looking Westward toward Onerahi, my old stomping ground at Tamaterau, Parua Bay, and of course, the Maunga Manaia. Continue reading “A View from the Top”
I was lucky enough Thursday evening to meet a small cohort of extraordinary people via the friend who originally put me onto the The China Study.
I spent the evening soaking it all up, like a pup loose in a seal colony, and finding some surprising points of similarity. One of those was an interest in podcasts.
Which reminded me that I’d been meaning to write something pointing to some favourite podcasts, and a couple that were mentioned, and new to me.
I love peanut butter. Sometimes I’ve been known to eat it by the spoonful.
But not just any peanut butter. It’s important to get the right one, otherwise you’ll regret it.
Continue reading “I love peanut butter* – but not just any sort”
There’s nothing wrong with faking your own death. You get into trouble when you start making people pay for it.
Continue reading “There’s Nothing Wrong With Faking Your Own Death”
Hell will be smelly , not hot as the Bible and Billy Graham tell us.
I surmised this today, as I laboured to rid my whare and surrounds of bad odours.