Month: August 2018

We have arrived back home. My dog, who is old and forgetful, is Continue reading “Home!”

All the waitresses in Vancouver are the same – young, beautiful, tiny, Continue reading “Stepford”

My other cocktail pick for Summer (and apologies if I’m way out of date – I don’t get out much) is the French 75. Gin, bubbles, lemon juice and sugar syrup. Yum. And lots of vitamin C.

Conditions remain apocalyptic here. Can smell the smoke in the air; it’s like Christchurch in the 80’s. What they need is some Wellington style fresh air.

Cocktail prediction for this Summer (although far be it from me to Continue reading “Yum!”

When I return to NZ this weekend, and have settled back into my usual Continue reading “Reminiscing”

Actually on second thought, Vancouver is more like Auckland but with proper public transport

If North America and New Zealand had a baby, it would be Canada. The Continue reading “Oh Canada – part deux”

There’s no pussyfooting around the harsh realities of life for the Continue reading “Tell ‘em straight”

I don’t think any Canadians live in Vancouver. Everyone I’ve met sounds American. I did hear one guy who sounded Canadian, though. He’s probably from Minnesota, eh?