I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know I know. Queues suck. Can you really think of anything worse than standing behind another person who’s standing behind another person?
Watching the lights play tag over and around the mountains and fjords put paid to any residual wisps of cynicism. To have watched Aurora’s dance a thousand years ago, how could one not have been religious?
Sunday night the lights turn up. In all their glory.
In Samoan, depending on context the word ‘Malo’ performs as ‘hi’, ‘hello’, ‘thank you’, ‘well done’, ‘good job’ and was the name of a cheerful, rotund boy in my class at secondary school.
This has been one of, if not the single worst week the Obama administration has faced. And it’s only Wednesday in the States.
In response to today’s piece on gun control in the US, Linoge, a reader in the United States had the following to say in rebuttal To follow the same pattern as the article, I see three primary faults in it.
I love the United States. I love the food, I love the country and I love the American confidence. There are plenty of things that we could learn from them.
Ooooh I can’t stand that Julie. Who does she think she is; coming over here with her brown shoes and her straight walking? Don’t get me wrong; I love a good moan.
If you’ve been keeping an eye on the news recently, you may have heard Amnesty International condemning a Saudi Arabian court ruling that Ali al-Khawahir was to be deliberately paralysed for stabbing his friend in the back 10 years ago, unless he could come up with £180,000 in compensation.
After all the sullen news of the last fortnight I wanted to write a nice, positive piece this week. I was going to say something about the joys of public transport in London.
Lord Sutch tackled the celebration of death in his recent post. I’m inclined to agree with his final thoughts, but specifically in a New Zealand context.
Death’s a funny thing. We’re not that comfortable with it. We don’t know how to think of our own deaths, let alone someone else’s.
Haha New Zealand. After months of weather-related humblebragging on Facebook, now it’s our turn.
I have no idea how to answer people when they ask me where I’m from.
I thought working in London would be similar to working in Wellington. We speak the same language, our cultures are basically the same, after all, a big chunk of Kiwi culture originated in Blighty. Except they aren’t similar. Not at all.
By Simon Jenkins First the horror. The attacks on the World Trade Centre and Washington yesterday before a horrified world were the most vivid display of terror that I can recall. The heart of darkness had come to the heart of light and wreaked havoc. New York is a city I love. It is bond-brother of London and cultural capital of a nation that has entered the new millennium as master of the world. That made it a natural target of envy and hatred. Those who question America’s frequent global interventions in the cause of democracy do so always from a position of respect. Leadership demands a price. When that […]