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It’s sleeting outside. In other news, a catch from the 150th celebrations: Hallelujah Now by T Davies. It was caught in a different place to where I left it, so obviously someone else has caught and re-released it in between, without making a journal entry.

All of a sudden, everything seems to be turning to custard. For a start, one of our guest speakers is in hospital, and while he seems to be making a good recovery, it was serious enough that I can’t really ring and ask if he thinks he’ll be well enough by the 18th to do…

Remember what I was saying about saving pictures for a rainy day? Guess what – it was raining this morning. But it had cleared up a bit by the afternoon, so after work I walked home via the university’s wonderful Ilam Gardens, which feature one of the largest collections of rhododendrons in the southern hemisphere,…

Greetings from Wobbly Bonk! (otherwise known, on saner maps of North Carolina, as Rocky Mount (ok, so we got a bit giggly last night)). Day three of our Great American Road Trip has just dawned, and we’ve ticked almost all the boxes of on our road trip list: we’ve stayed in a seedy motel (ok,…

I was born in Dunedin, and spent several chunks of my childhood there, so prior to 13 November 1990, Aramoana (or just “The Spit” as it was almost universally known before the protests against the smelter proposal brought it to national attention) was just a place to go for a day at the beach, to…

Ok, there was going to be a photo here, but I think my camera must still be in lytteltonwitch’s car – there was a bit of musical chairs going on. Anyway, despite the lack of photographic evidence, Moem and Rubberchicken made it safely to Christchurch. We picked them up at the airport, and after a…