I’ve had quite a bit of alone time recently. Re-watching my top 10 rom coms from my DVD collection over the weekend highlighted this. The line most vivid was from Bridget Jones. “My next major relationship will be with a bottle of wine”. I so see her point.

Welcome to issue 100, yeehaa, finally! Some of you would have got the first one (it’s a shocker, kindergarten styles), others will be a whole lot newer to the thread. This weekend then I’ll be out in turbo-charged force sucking up as much fun times as I can muster. Please join me for a shot at any bar you see me at.

It was a vitamin B saturated week in the city of sails, you could almost count the clouds on one hand, and seeing as I worship sun I often found myself with eyes wide shut, clothed and reclined, dreaming up pathways that will take me to my maiden million.

Two statements that I continually remind myself of are that, “If nothing changes, then nothing changes”, and “Everything’s as it should be”. Motivating me to take fresh opportunities as they arise and remain calm when life seems quite befuddled. But the one I live my life by, “It’s always happy hour”, still stands as my favourite by far.

Moving in different circles last week led me to 2 fine art exhibition openings. One looked as if it’d been whipped up that day, the other a 7th form student’s trigonometry assignment, but both with worthy merits and people willing to purchase.  I had my first bite of the populated Ponsonby food hall, that had more options and surprises than Willie Wonka’s factory. My feet got frisky for a slice of salsa dancing at Safari Lounge, where almost all the girls were skilled Latinos and cocktails made with a heavy hand. Childhood joy was rekindled at the zoo, watching the goofy orangutans trading bananas with each other, and the provoked crocs snapping at passers-by. Being invited to a big-wigs backstage office to sip 80 year old cognac from a velvet bottle and talk turkey. Abseiling down to a private beach for a clothes-less dip. Viewing an uplifting documentary on space travel, with a mean audience age of 50. Grabbing the mic and doing a smashing job of butchering a karaoke classic … blah, blah, etc, all the while stimulated onward by rubbing shoulders with fantastic people I had never met before.  I’m just saying you should try some different things, even if only a new pattern when you next mow the lawn, trust me, you will have fun. And fun’s what we’re all about.