You Will Always Find Me in the Kitchen at Parties

  I’m no good at parties. I’m no good at them.  Times have changed since 1992 where I could just arrive, take the top off a Rheineck, shout out to people who weren’t even listening anyway, and immediately start dancing to Outshined by Soundgarden. At these gatherings, you could spend up to five hours not saying […]

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Worst Ad in New Zealand History II: The Capri Clinic People

Drinking, drugs, gambling. Dunhills. Once upon a time, a combination of the above was a regular night out in New Zealand, often starting at 2.30p.m. and ending at 2.30a.m.  Three days later. Now, we have recovery clinics for any number of ailments, including apparently, exhaustion, anxiety and a disorder called tiredness. It’s a minefield of […]

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Judge Reinhold: Curse of the Hit Franchise

So, anyone with half a brain will have watched Beverly Hills Cop III on Saturday night. Those were the days.  Good cop movies, with a decent slimy underbelly featuring a searingly hot Hollywood comic actor, and a few cameos from well-respected faces like Hector Elizondo, Bronson Pinchot and Joey Travolta, the gatekeeper of special secrets. […]

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Richie McCaw: I am not an animal. I am a human being. Maybe.

The Mastercard people have a new addition to their series of advertisements featuring an overzealous, bald man-fan and a Pine-Tree-like Richie McCaw. McCaw is ever the silent, grunting-yet-compliant representative of New Zealand maledom.  He is juxtaposed with the human version of a party-bag bouncy ball, who cajoles him along into expressing even simple emotions like […]

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