Posts by Megan Wegan
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I gave up drinking for a month recently too.
I hated how much better I felt, and how much I liked Sunday mornings. And while I have taken drinking up again with a vengeance, it has definitely made a difference to my life. Sunny Saturday mornings are to good, and too rare in Wellington, to waste.
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awww c'mon megan, don't be such a wuss.
come round at the weekend and i'll put one on with a needle and some biro ink.
Only if you've got some really good hooch to go with that offer.
old ten cent or new ten cent?
Which is smaller? Whichever one, that. Which is why it is ridiculous I am such a wuss about it.
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I want something pretty on me. I pick a place, I carefully consider the image, then I get it.
I've wanted a star on my foot for years. Not to mark so much a moment, but a feeling. I'm just too much of a wuss, even though I only want it to be about the size of a ten cent coin. And after this, I suspect I will keep putting it off.
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...but to enjoy the complex pleasures of adulthood, such as Martinis, sex, bespoke suits, coffee, dancing until dawn and wearing really, really elegant shoes.
Preferably all at once, Tom?
I am still working on a list of shoes a well shod woman needs. I'll be a while.
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Onehunga weed.
Ew, gross feet!
The thing was, i didn't mind the prickle, because it was such a nostalgic feeling of wandering on the grass, in hot christchurch summers, back when I used to come home with feet that were black from the tar on the road.
Ok, I may be romanticising my childhood slightly.
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I think there's a Hans Christian Anderson story about that sort of thing...
There is
I don't want to admit how many shoes I own, but it is probably safe to assume I am going to need a podiatrists/orthopedic surgeon's help in my future.
About a year ago, I went to Christchurch, and walked barefoot on my parent's backyard. I immediately got a prickle, and couldn't remember when the last time that had happened was. And then I realised that is because I never walk anywhere in bare feet. My new year's resolution was to develop the ability to walk on the road in bare feet. It hasn't gone well.
Three years ago my resolutions were to learn how to walk in stilettos and how to drink straight spirits. That was much more successful.
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Thanks for that, Megan. Rick Suhr -- what a paragon of good sportsmanship. Cock.
My pleasure.
What bothered me was watching this woman, who had every right to be on top of the world, because, as far as I can tell, just being able to get over the bar is a feat of phenomenal athleticism, struggle to hold back tears.
Where's your 'Olympic spirit' Rick?
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I am really pleased with all of the talk about our bronze medalists. Other than the occasional stupid question from TVNZ most people are really proud of medalists no matter what the colour.
Not everyone
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My cat Harry died 5 years ago last month. He was only a baby (about 2) and I still miss him. He's buried under a rose in my parents' garden, and whenever I am home I visit.
Poor Tonka, and poor Damian.
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the odd decent flash of brilliance
Stephen? How can something be brilliance and decent at the same time?