Aotearoa

Kia ora.

Sorry for the post drought: I just got back from 3 weeks in New Zealand and I'm jet lagged out of my mind. I ate some Zolpidem at 1.45am this morning, but still woke up 2 hours later longing for roast chicken and a glass of Pinot Noir. I shined off the chicken and necked half a bottle of Kusuda 2006.

We spent most of our stay in New Zealand hanging out with the 'whanau', which is the Maori word for family, particularly our niece and nephew, Alex who's nearly 8 and James who's 5 and a half. James is obsessed with aeroplanes and space. His favourite book is about the Apollo lunar missions. His favourite picture is of Neil Armstrong's footprint on the surface of the moon. He can build Lego for hours on end and his best friend is Ben Gardner. Things that he likes are 'cool as'. Most days he watches a cartoon about a boy that can turn into different aliens called 'Ben 10'.

Spending time with James was a poignant reminder of how simple and beautiful life was before jobs, mortgages, GCSEs, girls, pubes, spliffs, beers, beans, expectations, skateboards, overdrafts, votes, emails, Human Resources, midweeks, meetings, hairlines, bands and so on and so forth.

So here is a flip camera, auto edit celebration of the sheer five-ness of being 5.


James from I'd Prefer Not To TV on Vimeo.