One difference between me and Desiree Hartsock, this season’s bachelorette, is that I’m cursed with the inability to fall in love with someone who mistakes verbs for adjectives. Des, to her credit, is more forgiving
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TV’s way of dealing with off-screen deaths
Pubs, blood and icecream
Decades of dance for Swan Lake
Cyrus ‘an old world’s worst nightmare’
Kiwi Russell Crowe is ours to own
Horrors of turn-of-the century TV
Last week, I was lucky enough to contract a flu so violent that it sent me to bed for three days straight, sent all the water that exists in the world directly to my head, and made me see the face of God (shiny!). My muscles had atrophied to the point where I could only crawl to the living room where daytime TV reruns awaited.
Auckland gets own Monopoly
The Wayans Brothers come to NZ
When you hail from a family as big and talented as that of New Yorkers Howell and Elvira Wayans – with 10 children – you have to work to get noticed. For Shawn and younger brother Marlon, the necessary attention was gained through making people laugh, and now they are arguably two of the most recognisable members of their clan.