Friday we headed back to Aucks as we had tickets to see Leonard Cohen with KP's friends, Andrea and Terry. A and T are just old, old friends; I had thought they were an item.
Kirsten has a friend in Auckland called Debra. She is a renowned academic in the mental health world and lectures all over the world; her specialism being people who hear voices. An interesting story, she has suffered in that department herself but has managed to make it work; all very John Nash. Debra has a friend Kate who put us up in her big, blue, beautiful B and B for free, MANY THANKS. It was total luxury, big king sized bed, soft cotton sheets, clean fluffy towels. I think I had 3 hot showers whilst I was there and we got to watch a film in bed!!!!
Saturday daytime Kirsypops played out with Debra and I had a solitary day chilling, total bliss. I managed to catch up on bloggage, bookage and dozage, real nice:)
We met Andrea and Terry for an early dinner at 5. With them were their friends Louis and Trish (big LC fans) and Terry's daughter Vicky and her fiancé Glen aka the most romantic man in the world. He proposed by writing 'marry me' in the sand and booking a helicopter for the aerial viewage; how sweet is that? Terry is the biggest LC fan you will ever meet and also the most generous soul; he bought us all dinner and later on booked me and KP a room in their swanky hotel. Thanks Terry mate, you're a ledge:D
I must confess the first half of Leonard's set didn't really float the old Adilady boat. The guy is a poet and it's all about the lyrics. They were unfamiliar to me and so I wasn't really feeling it until this line popped up.
'There is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in'
I totally love that idea, I have downloaded the words to the whole song, please enjoy...
"Anthem"
The birds they sang
at the break of day
Start again
I heard them say
Don't dwell on what
has passed away
or what is yet to be.
Ah the wars they will
be fought again
The holy dove
She will be caught again
bought and sold
and bought again
the dove is never free.
Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in.
We asked for signs
the signs were sent:
the birth betrayed
the marriage spent
Yeah the widowhood
of every government --
signs for all to see.
I can't run no more
with that lawless crowd
while the killers in high places
say their prayers out loud.
But they've summoned, they've summoned up
a thundercloud
and they're going to hear from me.
Ring the bells that still can ring ...
You can add up the parts
but you won't have the sum
You can strike up the march,
there is no drum
Every heart, every heart
to love will come
but like a refugee.
Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in.
Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in.
That's how the light gets in.
That's how the light gets in.
The second set was much better, firstly there were empty seats in front of Terry and Andrea on the second row so we just sat in them. It was sooo much better being near the front. Secondly he played some more upbeat stuff and tuneages that I even recognised. Total highlight for me, hearing the man who penned 'Hallelujah' sing it live at the final gig of his world tour at the tender age of 79. I love that song; it makes me weep.
After the gig we hit the town and too much beverage was consumed. Below is a picture of Andrea getting up close and personal with a Tequila bottle. I think we hit the sack about 3am. Yet again I feel blessed to have spent quality time with such lovely, quirky people. Andrea we must meet up in Manch.
Sunday we drove to Tauranga on the east coast, we are spending Christmas with the family Clegg. Nick Clegg knows the sister Sedges from Hulme days way back when in the late 80s/early 90s. I was never part of that scene so don't really remember him although I may have met him once when I was sweet sixteen.
Nick is a sculptor, yesterday he took us to some workshops in a place called 'the incubator' where they customise these funky pianos. Nick did the metal work on this one. How cool?
His friend Simone is into Steam Punk, check these out.
This is us being very silly....
In the afternoon we walked around Mount Maunganui, I wanted to climb it but rain stopped play:(
Then boring choros like supermarket shopping, dinner and early to bed. Tomorrow we are going swimming with dolphinos; hip, hip, hurrah! I must say a big hello to Pambird, KP tells me you are enjoying bloggingtons. I'm sooo pleased, you must start leaving some comments...
I probably won't be visiting Blogland until after Christmas now so lots of love and peace to all men. Happy Yuletide one and all; ho, ho, ho.
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