New Zealander of the Year
David Slack has asked for the New Zealander of the Year. I've been trying to bloody come up with someone for the last 24 hours. I came up with a few people who have pissed me off, but not many who have achieved great things.
For instance, Mark Inglis climbed Everest. He has received some flack, which I won't go into. I can't give him any credit for climbing though, because I think climbing Everest is dumb. I'm pleased Sir Ed did it, and beyond that it has been totally unnecessary. Climb a damn mountain? When your babies are at home? So he doesn't get my vote.
Peter Dunne made quite a mark for himself being a dick. Hardly New Zealander of the year material though.
Michael Ryan and the Tar Babies made a nice job of making the news exciting for about a minute.
Some people danced, but yawn, they didn't really change anyones life.
I'd give it to Donna Awatere Huata. She took justice by the balls, and managed a new hair do before her release from jail. That has to be worth something.
And that is all I can come up with.
Sorry David, I imagine someone else will do better.
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Apart from dear old Edmund, I have never heard of any of them.
Does that say something about the concept of "New Zealander of the Year"?
I am running a "Great English culinary classics" competition.
Perhaps someone will run a "Most sophisticated Aussie" or an "Outrageous Canadian".
Hmm, you've nailed my problem.
Ohhhh, no, I've just thought of a New Zealander of the Year - Lee Tamahori (a film director) who was snapped dressed real purty on Hollywood Boulevard.
Actually, New Zealand does do pretty well with directors - Andrew Adamson and Peter Jackson...
And I think you can't go wrong with Spotted Dick.
Dude. Obviously YOU are New Zealander of the Year. This will also likely get you in the society pages.
Well now, that's interesting. Mark Inglis is out in front by a mile at the moment. A few for Donna, and a few for Mike Ryan. No-one else had yet mentioned Lee Tamahori though, and given that this is an Auckland blog, a cellphone-toting skirt wearer stands a big chance in the judging.
For what it's worth, I was on the other end of the phone call Damian was making yesterday, and he did have the good grace to declare that he had arrived at his table and had better stop yapping.
Guiness Girl, thanks, um - how many New Zealanders do you know? I suspect I'd get the vote from exactly 4 Americans.
David, I was actually pretty impressed by Damian's entrance. We heard him before we saw him.
New Zealander of the year should go to someone who makes wine. Mmm, wine.
Everything I know about New Zealand I learned from a "cultural geography class" years ago.
Green fields and sheep. This pastoral image, in my case, put it high on my list of countries I wish I lived in. But I suspect this may not be quite all there is to NZ...
Yes, we have beer too.
Damian assured us he was talking to Nicky Watson!
But NZer of the year - how about Raw Hide?
Uh, yeah... what for exactly?
I saw Krystal yesterday. She's tall and lovely. And it's hard to argue that she doesn't deserve a nomination at least.
Or a photo shoot in Ralph at the very least (Krystal, not Raw).
New Zealander of the year, that's almost an oxymoron isn't it?
http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/oxymoron
"A rhetorical figure in which incongruous or contradictory terms are combined, as in a deafening silence and a mournful optimist."
Clearly not.
Would Lisa Lewis be an example of a foxymoron?
I'm not ashamed to admit it, I forgot who Lisa Lewis was, and had to google her before I remembered, and checked source of all things good (sunnyo) to comfirm.
There are a lot of Lisa Lewiseseseses out there trying to cut a break. I think she'd be wise to change her name.
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