Heart pounding to the rhythmic beat, suffragette banners held aloft with pride, and dressed in green, white and purple we strode through London. Tens of thousands of women processed through London to celebrate the UK centenary of giving (some) women the right to vote, and a few of us New Zealanders snuck in to celebrate reaching 125 years of the same milestone. My heart was in my mouth and a tear quietly in my eye… View Post
Can you beat a chocoholic afternoon tea? When I first moved to the UK, I wanted to avoid the antipodean cliches. I didn’t want to live in a share house with half a dozen Kiwis and Aussies, I didn’t want to drink away my weekends and approach Mondays with an empty wallet and a dozen regrets, I didn’t want my life to be contained between the three areas of Shepherds Bush, Fulham and Clapham. I… View Post
I am the antithesis of a beach bunny. Comprising approximately 70% snow leopard (I wish), 10% Polar Bear and 20% coffee, I melt at temperatures over 30°Celcius, and anything over 40°Celcius my brain goes into a little bit of shutdown. So far with our explorations of the world, we’ve timed our visits to avoid the crazy high temperatures – going to Dubai/Abu Dhabi in January, made sure in American summers that we had air conditioning… View Post
It is well-document that Kiwis are a little obsessed with a crazy little thing called Brunch. Some might almost accuse us of an almost cultish obsession with the luxury, inbetween meal worshipped mainly on the weekends. I get teased at work for a seemingly never-ending string of weekend blates, almost somehow managed to triple book myself in recently and simply revel in the meal where eggs, cocktails, burgers, dessert and well poured Flat Whites share… View Post