Timothy known as Giles, drinks. He does other things, runs, swims and rides unfeasibly long distances, probably to make up for the drinking. Oh and he's a gardener. He's into permaculture which reflects what he drinks most, which is organic, biodynamic and natural wines and craft brews. Giles eats too, but always has a drink to start.
"Epic water fail!” the waiter said. If only the water was the only fail encountered that evening. It was, however, entertaining. Not the kind of entertaining that makes you think “I must come back for more”, mo...
What does grown up feel like? Are we there yet? Is this it? How will we know when we’ve matured?
Thanks to the colleagues and acquaintances who along the way have told me to “grow up” and “act my age”. Fair ...
Eating lunch at your desk is like imagining you are at the beach. And if you live in a city like Auckland, it is like imagining, while sitting inside your room at a beach-side resort. Ridiculous. Now get out a...
Some days I just need sanctuary. Preferably with fine wine and tasty food. But on those heart wearing days, I don’t want to think. Decisions are beyond me. By that time, a list to wrestle wine choices from is ...
She is the one ex that I get the pity stare for. “How is she?” they ask me, and “are you still in touch with…?”. The reply is always the same. She’s terrific. In Sydney and in love, with a genuinely great man w...
"Just you dining?" asks the maitre-d. "Yup, just me." Momentary discomfort. "Will anybody be joining you?" "Nope. Just me" Awkward silence. It's ok, no sympathetic look required, let's just head to a table, I'...