Take a peep at Janet Frame’s home


One of the gems on the Janet Frame trail  in Oamaru  is the house at 56 Eden Street where she spent most of her childhood, 56 Eden Street, Oamaru, is open to the public every afternoon in summer.


The house is looked after by the Janet Frame Eden Street Trust  and volunteers staff it on Sundays.

It was my turn today and I was intrigued to see the Waitaki Girls’ uniform hanging in the wardrobe because it was the same as the one I wore when I went to school in the 1970s, 30 years after Janet was a pupil.

The hats were dropped in my fourth form but we still wore the coloured girdles to show which house we were in – the green was for Gibson.


I take it from the photo on the living room wall that the family voted Labour.


Please, tell me this isn’t serious


When the list of inventions which could improve life is so long, why would anyone waste their time on a website which emails reminders that the women in your life might be pre-menstrual?

I don’t know which is worse, the website or the fact that a newspaper which wants to be taken seriously thinks it’s a good idea.

People who treat the other people in their lives with the consideration and respect they’re due all the time wouldn’t need a reminder and if the others are so stupid they need an email reminder to behave like intelligent and reasonable human beings they probably don’t understand the importance of good manners and chocolate either.

UPDATE: a monkey ought to know better.

UPDATE 2: Deborah at The Hand Mirror  puts it succinctly.

UPDATE 3: In the interests of balance: Kiwiblog  and Monkeywith typewriter give the males’ point of view.

Oldies still goodies


An observation after attending five weddings in recent months: the music that gets people of all ages dancing is old – some of it older than me.

Among the bands whose music I danced to in my youth was the Beatles, who had their last concert 40 years ago, when I wasn’t even a teenager.

I mentioned this to some young people because we were dancing to music which I danced to when I was going to school, Bible Class and university dances in the 1970s and some of that music was 10, 20 and even 30 years old then.

“Hasn’t there been any decent music in the last 20 or 30 years?” I asked them.

They said not much when it comes to something with rhythm, melody, and words you can sing to which encourages people to not just get on to the dance floor but to stay there.

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