Monday, December 2, 2019

46 steps


Wie geht's?

Recently, I somehow clicked onto a section of the blog and found a few really old drafts of posts that I had never finished!

Here's the first one: a poem of all things. Wohsers!!

Written about leaving Patrick Cameron and Randy Buckley's house in north London a few years ago. Enjoy.

The Shire

And then we finally left,

taking the 46 downward steps,
and leaving Ferntower north,
the house and it's occupants,in peace.

The shire settled back down,to its routines and obligations.
Mr Patel sold one less Guardian a day,
the Paradise fish bar sighed,
The Acoustic, the two hour dry cleaner, and the Tesco Express:
all waved adieu,
as the number 73 heaved itself towards King's Cross 
and the Piccadilly line
and the journey towards Heathrow.


Love and peace - Wozza

Wednesday, November 27, 2019

Birthday - I would like you to dance (The Fabs)


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Yes, you're right - two Wozza's Place posts in a row. That's because Jade is 28! Today!!!

So happy birthday to the youngest of the Purdy kids! It's been a big year. A massive year. One we won't forget in a hurry. Jade has taken everything in her stride and continued on her mature and self-assured way.




Love and peace - Dad

Tuesday, November 26, 2019

Look who's coming round the bend (from About A Boy)

Adam's first - New Plymouth 1986
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Short post this time out - I am attending a meeting of other OneSchool Global Principals in Auckland and it was an early start!

So, this random walk down memory lane to get us in the festive mood will have to suffice. It's that time of the year when kids reveal their secrets to Santa right!

Rituals are good! Looking forward to Asher's first!

Jade's first: Nelson 1991








Love and peace - WNP

Thursday, November 21, 2019

Something tells me you're here with me (Train)


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Have to report a tearful moment in the Purdmobile on my daily commute recently.

Been thinking about my mum and dad a lot of late (see the next post on Goo Goo G'Joob) and a live version of Train's When I Look To The Sky came on Radio Wozza

'Cause when I look to the sky something tells me you're here with me
And you make everything alright
And when I feel like I'm lost something tells me you're here with me
And I can always find my way when you are here

Never fails to get me.









Then I read this poem today and it happened again.

Sunday, November 17, 2019

Let them eat cake (Marie-Antoinette)

Jade, Gavin, G Brian, Mabelle, Jacky, me and William at Salt, NP, for Brain's 80th.
- Wie geht's?

Home again, safe and sound from G Brian's big do.

- Say what? Weren't you in Nu Plimf for an 80th recently?

Ha! Yep - that was the mother-in-law. This one is for the Minister of Defence - the father-in-law: G Brian Smith (Smithy).

- I see, all went well with the outlaws?

Sure did. Asher had a baby sitter and was a perfect grandson. Rest of the crew on deck were well behaved too.

- Got in a visit to Vinyl Countdown, I hope.

Alas, no. Pity, but was good catching up with family and I did buy Springsteen's new album from The Warehouse when Jacky needed to buy a dog coat for Rey.

-Don't say: How is the Ceviche tonight?

Do Say: These pretzels are making me thirsty!

Love and peace - Wozza

Tuesday, November 12, 2019

I should be on that train and gone, I should be ridin' on that train to San Antone (The Monkees)

Wie geht's?

Box of fluffies - thanks for asking!

This one's about Radio Wozza Wozza Wozza.

It plays on my ipod during the daily commute along Highway 50 to Hastings and the OneSchool Global site. Remember?

Recently I ditched all the music on it from the UK and started again. Aim: all killer, no filler.

So I concentrated on loading all my Greatest Hits albums and then my favourite albums of all time.

Woh Nelly!!! It. Is. Awesome.

But anyway, as I pootled along today a Monkees song came on as I charged downward towards Maraekakaho.

Specifically, What Am I Doing Hangin' 'round, sung brilliantly by Mike Nesmith.




Instantly, and for an fleeting instant, I was back in the Auckland Town Hall earlier this year, sitting with my mates Gregarious and the Kevinator, watching Mike and Mikey.

Sheer bliss; big grin on my face. Did I sing along? Oh boy oh boy, did I!!

Love and peace - Wozza

Thursday, November 7, 2019

Ooooh, here comes the sun king (The Beatles)


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This is the one about Sun Rooms.

We have one. It's right by the front door.

The picture doesn't lie. The room to the left is our bedroom and the floor is the front porch/veranda. Somewhere, sometime, someone has decided to close this area in and make a sun room*.

*Sun + glass + smallish space = hot hot heat

Oh yes me hearty - it's HOOOTTTTTTT!!!!

We've decorated with a fake ceiling (a shade sail doubled over), a swing chair Jacky got via Trademe, a shabby chic table we did a few years ago and a Persian rug we bought in the middle east and has been in storage.

Jacky, being a beautiful hot house flower in a previous incarnation, loves it!

Love and peace - Wozza