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When Field of Dreams was released in 1989 I was fortunate enough to go to the premier in Auckland as I was working for a radio station at the time. I loved the movie, cried at the end and then read the NZ Herald review of the movie and wanted to go punch some sense into the critic who said that Kiwis would not relate to a movie about baseball.  The movie was not about baseball, sure baseball featured pretty damn heavily in the movie but it was not baseball that made, and still can make me tear up, when I watch the movie. They could have changed the entire movie to a dairy farmer in Waikikamukau building a rugby field, putting up some posts, corner flags and marking the paddock and it still would not have been about rugby. It would have been about the memories associated with the game. I have only great memories of rugby (as rugby has taken away a fair chunk of my memory) but some of what I remember most is what happened around the game not necessarily the actual events on the fiel

It’s tough to write a silly blog weekly (or weakly as the case may be), as it is but even tougher on a day like 9/11. I remember it clearly, which is interesting as there are so many other things I do not remember but that day is burned into my mind. I was working, driving a dump truck, delivering landscaping supplies when I got a phone call from my then wife telling me what had happened – my first reaction was holy shit balls and the second was to mention a name that my wife had not heard of but someone Seal Team Six took care of some years later – apparently I read too much. I caught some TV footage at a nearby hair salon that had a TV in it then headed off to do my job, it was a weird ass day. A good friend of mine was in the city at the time and was just telling me of his day, he was not sure what to do but stocked up on beer, drank for the evening then tried to volunteer to help at the site. He was without a union card or hardhat so was turned away but his first true reac

I recently got called out on the Book of Faces to promote breast cancer awareness, so I had to post the following to my profile: I know nobody will read my status but sometimes, when I'm bored, I get wrapped up in my tutu and put a giant horn on my head and lather sparkles all over myself and slide around the kitchen floor pretending I'm a magical unicorn Now some people may be concerned that posting this on their Book of Faces wall may make them look at little weird, some may be concerned that people would think they are having acid flashbacks or some people (my friends) presumed it was probably true – well it wasn’t, at least not that night. So why would a semi-sane normal person post something like this knowing that some would think it odd and some might be concerned for their children’s safety – well because Dilligaf Dilligaf loosely translated from its ancient Greek origins means, as simply as I can put it, Do I look like I give a fuck. Quite frankly, in t