As usual it was a week of motley action, Wed – Wed. Toxic teapots, tropical storms, titillating lingerie, scintillating sounds in the sun, athletes at the top of their game, National party big wigs and one heck of a movie named Hedwig.

I’m glad you do, I’m sure I’ll have a couple as I reminisce about my week that was…

Who’s been to the Kingsland Macs bar, called Neighbourhood, and seen that humungous window that looks out over Eden Park? It’s as if you’re in some elite corporate box, only you get to see the aura of the game, not the ball or players. Wednesday evening started with me gazing through that. My new preferred CBD launching pad Chow superseded and Bungalow8, with their now quite popular Freestyle night (where notorious DJ’s tinker at will. The especial Jason Eli is this weeks top dog) was the chaser. My Wednesday petered out at Wine Hot back in Kingsland. I heard of the gem time and time again, and whized by even more often, in a nut shell, you have to go. Authentic friendly funky French staff who know vino from vinegar, and a provocative ambiance that let’s you think you’re not in Auckland.

Thursday was short and sweet. I cheered on the NZ Breakers basketball team, who went bananas dropping an atomic bomb on the Adelaide 36ers, notching up the most points in the clubs history. Puffed up and flying high, Cassette Number Nine’s Thursday Night Tea Party (that focuses on selling teapots ladened with moreish alcohol, and in tune beats) summonsed, and delivered a jolly good show.

A storm hit Friday, consequently the town buzz was a minimal hum. I still managed to get wide-eyed and bushy tailed at a couple of out of the way places. However, on the way to Kitty Club’s seductive soirée, where wearing ones unmentionables, and that’s all, is the name of the game, my wingman fell ill, and my game was over.

Thus Saturday I felt fairly reasonable, my wingman did not. Weighing up the party choices for the day I jumped into the deep end and aimed for Devonport. This was to be my 4th successive Sounds Of Summer spree. Upon gaining entry, and feeling the flow, I wondered why I’d contemplated not attending. Each year Adam (the promoter) adds something significant to the mix, this year it was a stretched ‘U’ shaped canopy over the primary DF, last year it was an Hawaiian sandpit in the VIP sector.

From there, it was on to La Zeppa for Harry’s gathering. I took 5 outside on the patio to acclimatise, midway I felt a whisker whiz by my skull and smash nearby. Confused I looked up at the balcony, and went to investigate. There could have been only one culprit, a liquored bogan oaf with his shrieking GF. I politely enquired if he was missing a drink, he goes “Yeah, and how about you miss some teeth, as I’m going to throw my fist at you next”. Shaken with this response I froze, wryly smiled and hailed security. The rest is obvious.

I said at the top of this that I met 4 famous people, I should probably modify this to well-known kiwi blokes. The first was at my ensuing stop; Tony Veitch looked a little rumpled, but I liked him instantly. We didn’t stay long, there were more stops on the list before the finale, my first public DJ set for 09.

Following the bounce about we made it to the doors of Club Luxury. I was on in 20 so limbered up and chugged a Long Island. I’d been downloading fresh tunes all week so was quietly confident. Beginning with my knock-out blow of a track, and ending with a phat remix of The Kings Of Leon hit “Use Somebody”, I loved the opportunity to cut loose, and the sight of seeing my good friends jamming away gleefully.

Getting home late in the morning wasn’t my intention, but these things happen. I zombied about loathing feeling as tragic as I did, until I was picked up.

The crowd grew and grew, by the time the Vodafone Warriors stormed the paddock there were nearly 17,000 at North Harbour Stadium, and 100m queues for hot-dogs and chips. The win made me feel better but all I wanted was my bed.

I’d made a full recovery on Monday, and by Tuesday was rearing to meet the Prime Minister. As I’ve mentioned before, DOCNZ is doing a film about me and my lifestyle, so I jacked up a few minutes with NZ’s Key man. While I was waiting I had a candid convo with Auckland’s Mayor, John Banks, about the bible, encyclopedias and what they have to do with parties in this country. Then a brief hello to ‘The Don’ Brash.

I was granted my minute with ‘the man’, cops and bodyguards glaring, he actually remembered me from 6 months earlier when I’d been a part of his campaign commercial, I was dubious but he seemed sincere. I asked him about his party ways currently, and back when he was a lad. The answers were as you’d expect, nevertheless I could sense he wanted to let rip and tell of brothels, beer and late nights.

MIC Gallery blew me away with their opening of Standing In Silence 30 minutes later. I have been to hundreds of art exhibition openings, but nothing near the vibrancy of this one. 150 happy people from all sections of society conversing, sipping, viewing and most importantly buying the pieces.

Glen from Toto once more hosted Dinner and a Movie at his talented establishment on the last Wednesday of the month. The biggest bunch of peeps yet, eager to sample his offerings, assembled and were treated to a magnificent vibe, meal and an ‘off the hook’ movie named “Hedwig”.

Hey, don’t forget about my 33rd birthday/leaving party on March 28th. Drop me a line for more info on that. Party on, and have a fun filled week