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As the February social train keeps on a-chuggin', I find myself with a few spare minutes to put in this here brief update ...
There once was a boy named Kyle and a girl named Beth. They met one night in deepest darkest London clubland and the rest was history. A couple of weekends back, Kyle had his 'stag do' over in Martinborough which was a whole lot of fun and just a tad dodgy as such events are wont to be. You know, a spot of good-natured transvetitism, nipular butter smearing, condom-meets-deodorant-can practical jokering, sinking off still-lit flaming Sambucas and four-wheel motorbiking across the Wairarapa dales ... just a regular weekend away with the lads, right?
The wedding itself was the following Friday and was a brilliant day - The Boatshed was suitably festooned, the weather stayed mostly fine (at least until the photos had been taken), everyone scrubbed up nicely (the bride wore Vera Wang, for those curious about such things), and the ceremony was completely them. A fantastic time all round.
Slightly hungover, I zoomed across Cook Strait to Blenheim the next morning to catch up with the family. They were in town for my cousin's wedding which was the same day as Kyle and Beth's (alas!), so we took off with assorted aunties, uncles, cousins and second cousins to the Wine Marlborough Festival. A beautiful sunny day, good chilled wine (and reasonably priced), some tasty treats and Salmonella Dub made for a great day out. The post-wedding barbeque back at the Blenheim rellies' base was good fun too.
After hanging with the extended family on Sunday, I zipped across to Picton to meet the K&B wedding entourage for a bit more R&R at Furneaux Lodge. Tucked away in one of the Marlborough Sounds' outer bays, it's a fantastic place to go for a walk, catch some rays, have a few cold ones, read trashy novels, sing a few national ditties (and you thought there was no such thing as a Scot/South African/Kiwi hoe-down?), hit a cricket ball about and generally unwind ... all of which were done in inimitable holiday style.
And to top it all off, I had a couple of days in Rotorua on business - the jet-setting lifestyle of a lowly public servant, eh? But wait, there's more ... another week's annual leave from next Wednesday on the annual Sydney Mardi Gras pilgrimage, catching up with Iain, Luke, Jonathan, Cheryl, Jo, Dave, Craig and the rest of the Sydney crew. Assorted cold beers, sunny days and sequin-encrusted good times await ...
‹ 21.2.05
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A couple of further BMAV items: Meg eloquently sums up the whole concept and now you can buy branded guffola. Our cynical caps are off for that part though - any/all profit is heading to the DEC tsunami relief fund coffers so you can be jaded in a way that might help someone. As Meg says, have a heart ... quite literally in fact.
‹ 3.2.05
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Well, another year's rolled around and Meg and I are at it again. No, not like that you mucky little pups ... I'm talking about Be My Anti-Valentine, our regular seasonal poke at all that's cloyingly commercial about la jour d'amour. Remember kids, say it with bile ...
‹ 1.2.05
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