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What not to wash

I used to write a household tips column for a quarterly magazine, which meant I spent lots of time experimenting with stuff like getting ballpoint pen stains out of t-shirts (hairspray) and getting the glass in the oven door back to see-through and gleaming (a razor blade).

One subject I never touched on was the many and varied things that can be washed in a dishwasher. Why? Because it would never occur to me to wash my gumboots in my Miele. I clean my boots like the good Lord intended: using the outdoor tap, cold water and an old sponge. Sometimes …

Mad dolls

So, Mad Men barbies will go on sale when the fourth season starts screening in the US in June.

Who is going to be collecting these? Not children, surely.

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Why stop with Mad Men? Or with barbies?

How about an action figure of Andre Rieu? You could – you being a senior doll collector – comb his hair and make him play a tune on his violin. Or Val Doonican. Or Michael Parkinson. Hey, dolly, come here and interview me!

Jenkin A-Lign Timber “Silly Question”

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Working for love

At the end of last year, an Australasian online publisher invited its readers to become film reviewers for the site. I can’t remember the wording. The thing that stood out was the remuneration: zero.

Here’s a word of advice to the publishers: your content may be free to your readers, but if you’re not paying for it yourself, you won’t have any readers.

If someone wants to know whether to shell out $15 for a movie ticket, are they going to read a critique by another reader whose reviews are of so little value they write them for nothing, or will they …

My favourite books of the decade

I was stuck in a traffic jam going north a couple of days after Christmas so I started writing “best-of” lists for the year and the decade. “Best of” in my book means the ones I enjoyed the most. My book list is made up of my favourite book for each year of the decade – they’re not necessarily Great Books but they’re books I’ll read again and again:

2000 The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay Michael Chabon
2001 Atonement by Ian McEwan
2002 The Book of Illusions by Paul Auster
2003 Stalin: The Court of the Red Tsar by Simon Sebag Montefiore
2004 …

You’re OK, UKTV

We don’t have Sky TV in our house. We did, but after watching the same few programmes over and over, we gave up on it. So we’re missing out on Jonathan Ross on UK TV.

I know, I know, I can watch it on YouTube but I can’t find the cable that connects my laptop to the TV. One day I will get around to hooking it up again but in the meantime, TV for me is shows like Rock of Love (of course I don’t really watch it; it’s just as good example of how bad reality TV can be), …

Tasty Geraldine

Barkers’ jams, pickles and cordials, Anathoth jams, Talbot Forest cheeses and Addmore elderflower drinks have all put the town on the New Zealand food map.

Read more in the summer 2009 issue of AA Directions

Mt Ruapehu in spring

Who doesn’t love September in the southern hemisphere? Warmer, longer days, blue skies, asparagus, lambs frolicking in the fields… Add to that spring skiing: powder snow, sunshine and no need for multiple layers of polypropylene.

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A paddle down the Whanganui River

I’ll say straight up that I’m a keen but lazy kayaker. My idea of a kayak trip is a gentle paddle along a beach or a lagoon, where I can rest now and then and let the tide carry me. I’m not sure about the idea of paddling rapids, possibly getting tipped out and negotiating waterfalls. I don’t mind getting wet but a dip in the Whanganui River in September doesn’t exactly float my boat.

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Biking the Ohakune Old Coach Road

If you were travelling north on the main trunk line at the beginning of the 20th century, you got off the train at Ohakune, boarded a horse-drawn coach, travelled 39 bumpy kilometres to Raurimu, and climbed on another train.

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