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Maintaining perspective on things…


A nice wee touch from Google today...

A nice wee touch from Google today…

I would reserve Friday for a quip, a slight, a dig at other people, institutions, or processes, and despite today being the second anniversary of those who died in the Christchurch Earthquakes, this won’t be any different…with a slight twist.

My involvement during those darks days is common knowledge to anyone who read my blog but whatever happened to me physically or psychologically pales into insignificance to what the families of 180-odd families went through. And one of them has become dear to me by a rather odd sense of fate.

I text Rachel last night to tell her that even though I was in another city today all my thoughts were with her and her kids who enter their second year without their husband, father, friend, and this morning her response was as like a hammer blow between the eyes;

“…you know I have woken up this morning feeling sad…sad for the people who haven’t known big love in their lives!”

So, this is my little piece of advice to you all, not that I am one to impart such knowledge *ahem* by way of a strong woman;

You have one crack at it people, and if you’re lucky enough to be happy in life and in love, acknowledge it, embrace it, and share it.

If you’re not, do something about it.

And if work bothers you, or results in a test, or pissed off over a talkback caller, it is worth noting that if these are the only things in life that bother you it can’t really be all that bad now, can it?

Perspective…

We are no more at risk from smoking as we are behind the wheel of a car, from choking on our muffin (close-run thing that!), or from clipping our toe nails…but if the earthquakes have taught us nothing, your time can come anytime, anywhere…

Ake Ake Kia Kaha, Christchurch (and NZ)…

PS…just to make it clear, I’ve not gone all religious or anything…just saying.

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Book Review; The Other Woman’s Shoes


images-25A Novel by Adele Parks

 

I LOVE MARTHA EVERGREEN…fact.

I grabbed this book from the shelf when shooting out the door on business for a week…an hour later, landing in Auckland, I had read 11 chapters and was hooked. In retrospect it may not have been the writing, but when Parks described Martha as a semi-Princess Di-esque person, no more need be said. If EL James had described that bint in ’50 Shades..’ the same way I may well have considered that piece of shit a work of art…anyways…

…so this book follows two sisters over a year; Martha, the well-to-do, prim and proper lady with the perfect life, hubby, kids, big house yadi yadi yada…Eliza, her younger sister, while the closest thing in Martha’s life, is the antithesis; rock’n’rolling, flat-dwelling, hip girl with the hot, nowhere man of a boyfriend who is apparently as good as Christian Grey is at giving multiple orgasms to the furniture.

Then as suddenly as you meet them, both lives are changed. Eliza leaves her stud muffin in search of a life-like Martha’s; pension plans, kids, tidiness, beige elbow pads. Meanwhile, Martha’s perfect husband walks out on her…and Eliza moves in.

So the story follows Martha begging Michael (for that is her husband’s name) back, going through hell on Earth, and trying to set up her sister with one of her ‘sensible’ (read boring) friends…all of which are in love with Martha.

Eliza, for her part, starts teaching Martha how to forget Michael, move on, change and maybe get a root thrown in for good measure.

Well, I don’t want to give too much away, as it is a book you should read. Sure, it’s a bit girly-girl, in the same vein as Marian Keyes I guess, however I particularly loved this book (aside of Martha of course) as it is funny, in a serious kinda way, and serious in a funny kind of way…but at all times it felt real, if you know what I mean…nothing was particularly fanciful or ‘made for Hollywood’, well, not all of it…

…and Miss, Ms (or as the case may be, Mr) James, when Parks writes sex she blitzes your tripe…first, orgasms are just that,not towering pillars of embellished ecstasy-filled exhaustion, and pools of desire…

…oh yeah, it might have been because I was tired, or in love with Martha, but I actually cried at the end…I think I was tired.

Other ‘reviews’ of this book have slated it at points, but as far as I can tell, it is better than that, to the point I would rate it one of the most enjoyable, not necessarily the best, books I have read.

Martha, call me sometime…

Book Reveiw; You Don’t Have To Be Evil…


With a title that is the literary equivalent to a Pink Floyd song, the full working name of this book by Tom Holt is You Don’t Have To Be Evil To Work Here But It Helps.

Imagine a place, not unlike a lawyer’s office or accountants where you could walk in and make pacts with the Devil, bank with the Undead, or simply buy a love potion. Well in Tom Holt’s book this is possible and the way it is written, it almost sounds plausible. From a writer who puts a comic spin on the supernatural and trans-dimensional I am fast becoming a big fan of his but must admit I sometimes get lost in his gooble-de-gook explanations of how alternate dimensions and universes work although this is half the fun.

The story follows multiple characters caught up in a situation where Heaven, God forbid, has made a wee mistake somewhere in time and along with Hell try to set aside differences to put it right. Smack bang in the middle is J W Weir’s, a sort of broker between the two based in London who somehow get mixed up in the cleanup right in the middle of signing a deal between the Director of a Widget manufacturer (no, I don’t know what one is either) and a representative for Satan in allowing his business to weather hard financial times in exchange for his soul. Also somehow caught up is his hope;less case of a son, Colin, and the Weir’s Acquistions and Mergers rep, Cassie who fall in love despite the fact that they find each other somewhat repulsive…

What the Hell could be going on?

This is not a bad read although I found it difficult at times trying to keep pace with flashbacks, multiple scenarios and to an extent, the ending was a little disappointing. But Holt has got a wicked sense of humour and is very good with puns and wise cracks and there is always a giggle or two in each chapter…

What the Wuc are you on, man?!?


There’s a new girl in my life. I don’t know her name other than her alias Wuc. Don’t know where she lives except it is across the ‘deetch’. Don’t know what she does for a job but I am certain it is in an office. I don’t know her age, but will assume (the mutha of all fuck ups) she is old enough as she has her own site. Hell, I don’t even know for sure if she is a she! Yep, while this sounds like most of the girls I check out online this one is different…she makes me laugh. Read more…

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