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Evolution is what it is. The upper classes have always died out; it's one of the most charming things about them.


Mount Wellington with snow. Geilston Bay. July 2011.

Fifteen stolen questions to get me started this week...

1. What has been your longest love relationship?

Ten years, and counting.

2. What was the last gift that you received?

Two fry-pans and a knife.

3. What do you spend your extra cash on?

This does not compute...

4. If you could live anywhere would you live?

On a bloody great big boat, with all mod cons and easy access to moorings the world over.

5. Who's your cell provider?

Huh? I've never been to prison.

6. What's your favorite mall store?

Mall? As in 'Pall Mall'? I like New Zealand Natural.

7. What's the longest job that you've had? (No parenting does not count!)

For an unbroken period in the exact same role? Not very long, I suppose. The correct answer is "Policy, Research and Communications Manager" at the Alcohol, Tobacco and other Drugs Council for (approximately) one year and three months.

8. If you won the lottery, who'd you call first?

The lottery people, to confirm how on Earth I managed to win the lottery given that I've never bought a ticket in my life.

9. If you won, how would you spend your money after investments?

After securing a solid income base that does not require working out of home, I'd set to working organising a year long tour of the globe!

10. When was the last time you went to church (or a religious house)?

Crikey, that's a hard one. Maybe it was St. Sebaldus Church in Nürnberg, which would make it December 2003.

11. What's the biggest lie that you've heard?

"I promise..."

12. When you go out with your friends, where do you go?

HAH!

13. When was the last time that you cried?

August 3 2010, while on the Glenorchy Express via New Town.

14. What food do you hate?

Peanuts. To be fair, I hate anything that is out to kill me.

15. What do you like best about yourself?

A full head of hair and a good dose of ennui!


Panorama of Geilston Bay, as seen from the punt. Geilston Bay, July 2011.
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