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The End (of 2011) is Nigh….

Well it would be impolite to let the year come to a conclusion without one last post to this collection of ramblings.

2011 has been enormous. By every metric it has been a big year. Full of change; some traumatic, some voluntary and some delightful. A lot of change.

It has also been truly a year that will be seared into the memory like no other.

If I were to sum up 2011 in one word it would be survival. Making it to the end of this amazing and tumultuous year with any form of functioning sanity is no small feat.

A year full of earthquakes, job changes, hundreds of thousands of kilometers of air travel on top of the ‘normal’ excitement of family life has certainly marked 2011 as a very memorable one.

Some statistics for 2011:

Number of take offs 74 and landings 74 (happily the number balances) – according to Tripit I have travelled 241,411 kilometres this year. That equates to flying around the circumference of the Earth 6 and bit times.

I have flown on Air New Zealand (my beloved airline), Air Canada, United Airlines, British Airways, Singapore Airlines, JetStar (shudder), Lufthansa (who unbelievably still fly aircraft long-haul with no in seat entertainment, thank Steve for iPads), BMI, Ryan Air (never never again), and Aer Lingus. Forgive me if I groan when I hear “even if you are one of our regular travelers please pay attention to the safety demonstration”…

I’ve done the vast majority of the flights in coach/ economy. I’ve sat in premium economy a few times and had the luxury of business class on only 3 of the legs this year.

I’ve travelled to: Singapore, Kuala Lumpur, Washington DC, Winnipeg, Hong Kong, Bonn, Cardiff, Portsmouth, Dublin, Jersey, Toronto, Regina, Montpelier, Halifax, Ottawa… and some of these places I have been repeatedly!

I’ve stayed in at least 27 different hotels over the course of the year. I’ve been away from home for about 12 weeks of the year cumulatively. I find hotels soulless places. The best I’ve stayed in would be The Cambridge Suites in Toronto, the Hilton in Taupo and perhaps the Radisson in Regina. The worst would be the Comfort Inn in Toronto. These are very subjective assessments though and are greatly influenced by my mood at the time I’m there.

I’ve travelled to and from Wellington and Auckland umpteen times (where umpteen = more than 10 each at least).

Number of aftershocks (as at the time of writing) 9221 [see http://www.christchurchquakemap.co.nz/ for up to date numbers]

Number of glasses of whisky drunk = 700+ (note correlation to aftershocks)

But rather than spend too much time reflecting on the year that was, I shall look to the promise of the year that is to come.

I’ve hung up my noise canceling headphones for the year and will throw them in my carry on again in late January 2012. The holidays will include a few days under canvass at Hurunui and then a week or so in Auckland with the family. They’ll get a first chance to see where I now work and live when away. We’ll also get to play in Auckland with trips to the zoo, Waiheke and some teenage shopping sojourns to Newmarket no doubt.

I have also been reflecting on my New Years resolution for 2012. I believe I had some modest success with those I set in 2011 (in the main, with a few relapses from time to time).

I am always keen on rebuilding oneself and I suspect 2012′s objective will be to reduce some of my more annoying behaviours (I have many) to move on from those things that are beyond my control and to build on some more positive ways of thinking.

There are some things that will occur in 2012 that are well outside my control and I shall just adapt to them. There are plenty of other things that I can manage.

And to those poor souls who have read to this point… Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!

Oh Canada…

I returned earlier in the week from my second visit to Canada this year. In June I travelled to Winnipeg, Manitoba to participate in the International Association of Commercial Administrators (IACA) conference and then went on to Toronto to visit the Ontario Government’s registry team. It was one of the last trips I made in my former role as a public servant.

This most recent trip (a fortnight) saw me visit Regina, Saskatchewan, Toronto and Halifax, Nova Scotia. I was there in my new capacity as a Registry Consultant and as the Business Development Manager for Foster Moore, my wonderful company.

As I have been announcing to all and sundry I have now had the privilege of visiting eight of the ten provinces of Canada. I have only to visit Prince Edward Island and Newfoundland. Then I’ll need to visit the three territories and I’ll be done.

I love visiting Canada. It has a lot in common with New Zealand. The people are consistently friendly and incredibly polite. I have never experienced such an orderly and relaxed disembarkment of an aircraft as in Canada. Nobody is pushy, everyone understands that we’ll all get off more easily if we take it in rows. There isn’t some self important tosser at the rear of the aircraft announcing loudly the importance of their connection as they steamroll past, as has been my regular experience south of the border.

I had a fair few flights on this trip and seven different hotels along the way. It all went very smoothly, in part because I just go with the flow these days but also because on the whole it is a very easy country to get about (or is it aboot eh?)

I picked up a couple of new travel tips on this adventure. Data roaming is prohibitively expensive when coming from New Zealand. I’m a big iPhone user and have all my travel material in my hand at any time. The problem is those tools that require an internet connection. What I’ve started doing is connecting in hotels or other wifi rich areas and then I’ll take a screenshot of the booking or the map I need. That way I have it in my photo album and don’t need a connection to access it. I’ve also started taking a photo of my hotel room number, such is my old age and the number of hotels I stay in… they don’t print the number on the key these days!

A friend tells me he regularly takes a photo of the licence plate of his rental car when travelling just in case it is stolen or presumably if he forgets what car he’s got!

I struggled a bit with the coffee differences while away. I am absolutely addicted to caffeine (admitting you have a problem is a good start I’m told). I wasn’t able to find much that resembled what we would drink in New Zealand. I had to settle for copious quantities of doppio espresso at Starbucks. A place I would never dare enter in New Zealand for fear of ridicule or extradition.

I caught up with some of my Canadian cousins over the weekend and enjoyed just chilling in front of an enormous telly watching the Maple Leafs defeat the Canadiens in an hockey match, the quintessential Canadian evening.

Definite highlights of this trip included curling in Halifax. I had always wanted to give curling a go and was pleasantly surprised at how much I enjoyed it. It is deceptively difficult and a lot more physical than it looks. I had jokingly told people that I would likely break my leg on the ice. I needn’t have worried, after an afternoons curling I felt as though I’d been hit by a train. I used muscles I hadn’t awoken in years! I suspect I got a few funny looks as I attempted the stairs at the various airports I transited through the next day… I was rather stiff.

I enjoyed a flying visit to the Royal Canadian Mounted Police college and museum in Regina. All RCMP officers for Canada are trained in Regina and they have an excellent museum honouring the history of Canada’s top police force there. I also got to visit the Maritime Museum of the Atlantic which was very well done. The Halifax explosion was particularly interesting.

But for the most part it was a work trip and I met with a large number of people, some for the first time along with catching up with colleagues I’d met at different times. The meetings were all productive and the people warm and friendly. It is a real delight doing business in Canada.

I’m heading back up there again before the year is out and so will need to ensure a warm coat as it was chilly enough in late October. Can’t imagine how nippy it’ll be this time.

Better say something…

It’s interesting this blogging lark. Somedays I find I have nothing to say, others too much. I have the usual head full of clutter at the moment. I started my new job a fortnight ago and have had a very interesting and enjoyable two weeks in Auckland coming to grips with it.

I am pretty exhausted, I didn’t take a gap between the old job and the new which was a bit silly I guess. I came home from Auckland last weekend but had my wonderful cousin Rob visiting from the UK so we spent a lot of time catching up.

I imagine I will hit the wall soon if I’m not careful as it has been ‘all go’ as they say.

I’ve been enjoying the changes that come with a new job. Some are big such as new colleagues, new role and so on. Whereas some are small, I have only worn a tie once in the last three weeks!

When working from Auckland I live in an apartment downtown. This enables me to leave a load of gear in Auckland all the time and enjoy the luxury of travelling with carry on only. It makes a huge difference being able to get off the plane and head straight to the car. The apartment also means there is some routine to the stay. I have never been a fan of the hotel room lottery, never knowing what sort of room one is going to end up with when checking into a hotel. The apartment is rather noisy however due to its’ location (right on The Quay and directly adjacent to party central for the Rugby World Cup 2011).

When in Christchurch I am currently working from home. I’d have to say I’m not enjoying this part of the new arrangement, so far. I am a social being and sitting in my study all day is not my bag baby…

It is early days and I can’t realistically be in Auckland every week (something to do with having a family apparently). I shall find some routine soon I am sure.

I am heading up to Canada a couple of times between now and Santa so that’ll keep me busy no doubt.

Apologies for the rather bland post, but some days are blander than others…

Been thinking about the leaving speech…

Well being a digital native it is natural that I should record my leaving speech in the ether. Actually I have three leaving speeches to make. The first in Wellington, the second to my lovely staff in Auckland and the last to my wonderful team in Christchurch. All over the next few weeks.

How does one go about summing up 26 years in a brief speech? All the thank you’s and the witty anecdotes all crammed into a brief moment of time. I must confess that for a fellow known for his verbosity I am struggling.

I do know that I want to leave my colleagues with a real sense that I am so very grateful to them for the opportunities I have been afforded over my career. I want to thank them for the care they have shown me personally at the difficult times; the deaths of my father (1996) my mother (2010), the loss of our first child, the illnesses, the family dramas (children falling from trees and breaking arms etc) and those sodding awful earthquakes.

I want to thank them for sharing the good times! My wedding (1989), the birth of my three daughters (1996, 1998 and 2006), celebrating with me my university achievements (1998 + 2005) and the numerous awards, achievements and milestones within the office itself.

I want to affirm the wonderful work they have done for so long and with such generosity. I want to remind them that they are simply and outstanding group of people, they are so far from the mold of traditional public servants that I struggle to recognise the stereotype. They are innovative, focused on helping their clients and so very kind to one another.

I want to thank them for the laughs – I once received feedback through some formal assessment tool from one of my direct reports that read “Life is not all stand up comedy” – I take it I must have annoyed said report at some point. I loved the feedback though ‘cos I think life is hilarious. And had it not been for the laughs I would have left a very long time ago.

I want to assure them that I shall miss them all dearly. My move is not because I don’t believe in what we are all doing but rather it is a personal desire on my part for a change. I will miss them.

I want to acknowledge that I have worked with some truly wonderful people and with some absolute tossers, thankfully the tossers never seem to last in my organisation.

I will recount that great line from Lord of the Rings where Bilbo Baggins’ remarks at his 111 birthday ‘I don’t know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve” This is particularly true of the Southern Business Centre as there are so many new faces about at the present.

I want to exhort them to keep on the great work. To do ever more to make New Zealand a great place to do business, to be innovative and optimistic, to seize the opportunities to use technology to deliver clever service to business.

I want to say thanks and have them know that I really mean it.

But I’ll probably just waffle on a bit and then thank them all for popping in….

Of Hanmer I shall never tire

I’ve never had a bad holiday in Hanmer. It’s both a fact and a wee adage I have. I think it would not be too much of an exaggeration to say that Hanmer is one of my favourite places on planet earth. I am there now and on my walk this morning thought I might share my thoughts on this magical place.

To those reading who do not know it, Hanmer is an alpine village located in North Canterbury. It is a leisurely one and a half hour drive (well two from Sumner) from Christchurch. Nestled against the mountains Hanmer offers an all year set of things to do. The main attraction of the village is the thermal pool complex and I simply love hot water!

The thermal pools were long an attraction but at the end of the Great War become the focal point for the establishment of a hospital and sanatorium for shell-shocked soldiers. The Queen Mary hospital became renown for treating those with addictions in its’ latter life. The hospital was closed a few years back, sadly, but the development of Hanmer has continued.

As with many Christchurch people I have been coming to Hanmer all my life. I can recall day trips with my parents and siblings that inevitably included a walk up Conical Hill. It seemed like quite a hike when one was young but is a simple 30-minute stroll these days. Then there were the trips to the pools, a very simple affair in my youth with none of the Spa facilities, hydro-slides or themed rock pools we now enjoy. Three simple octagonal shaped pools and a cold water pool was the sum total. There were private pools as well as I recall but they were beyond our budget or need at the time.

I remember one memorable trip with my friend Glenn in his Austin A40. We were coming for a day and had flat tyre just past Mouse Point. For some reason Glenn didn’t have a spare so we started walking (the wrong way) in search of a garage. Some kind soul picked us up and we wasted much of a day getting the tyre repaired. I lost a woolen vest that had been knitted for me by my friend Kim on that day… random thought I know. I do recall we drowned our sorrows at the old public bar at the Hanmer Lodge and ate fish and chips for tea. Interestingly and completely out of the blue, he connected with me on Facebook today (he now lives in Aussie). Perhaps he knew I was here.

I came here on a couple of occasions with Special Camping Services (SCS). SCS was an organisation set up to take young adults with special needs on holidays. Parents and caregivers of people with special needs are entitled to respite care. An entrepreneurial fellow from Sumner had set up SCS on a model where the parents would pass the respite care monies along with a bit more so their children could go off on holidays (rather than just going into a faceless residential care unit). Along with a number of other young adults I was invited along to assist with the care and we received as payment our accommodation and food along with gaining from the experience. We went to all sorts of places over the three years I was involved: Nelson, Wanaka, Napier and on at least three occasions, Hanmer. We always stayed at the mobility lodge. The old forestry workers camp had been modernised and a specialized lodge had been built which provided excellent facilities for those with disabilities.

The SCS trips were always great fun. I remember one hilarious occasion where we took the gang to the pools. I was sitting in one of the pools with some of the guys and a girl called Cathy who had Down syndrome stood at the top of the steps to the pool. The pool was quite full with tourists. Cathy dipped her toe in the water and proceeded to pee down her leg into the pool. I was too comfortable to care and figured the water to urine ratio to be in my favour considerably. A great number of tourists disagreed and we ended up in a much less congested pool.

On another occasion we cleared the pool by singing loudly (and out of tune). There is nothing amorous teenagers like less than a bunch of lads who look different (Downs’ syndrome) singing.

We would work hard and look after our ‘wards’ during the day and then we’d pack them all off to bed and have a great time. More than once we snuck into the pools after they were closed (impossible now but relatively easy in those days) and help ourselves to the warm waters. I first watched the movie the Blues Brothers in Hanmer as I recall.

Katherine and I bought Annie here on one of the first wee holidays we ever had as a family. Annie was all of about 8 months old and we stayed at the old AA motor camp. We walked into the village each day, a fair hike. Annie had her first experience of the hot pools and loved every minute of it. She conveniently slept all day and was awake all night. Molly was not conceived in Hanmer!

We have been here as our little family or we have been here with Katherine’s wider family, all the sisters and cousins.

Katie ate her first solids here. We were staying at the Seven-away holiday homes and she was 5 months old. I first read a Terry Pratchett novel in Hanmer.

We have stayed in lots of different homes here. I always dream of having our own place but it is so easy to find a place to rent and we get to stay in different parts of the village. Some we like and go back to again, others we avoid.

We pretty much do the same sorts of things each time. We get takeaways one night and go out for dinner another. We have fresh bread from the bakery and I sneak off and drink copious amounts of decent coffee.

I tend to wake earlier than the others and go off on long rambling walks. I end up usually at the Powerhouse Café, I like it ‘cos it’s small and the coffee’s good. We explore the shops and occasionally do mini golf or the silly bike things.

We always do the pools.

I spent much of June overseas. I was in the US, Canada, Germany, the UK and Ireland. I was in Singapore in May. I have done an enormous amount of travel in the last 12 months but nowhere do I feel so relaxed and at peace. There is just something about this place.

We have had many family holidays here. Here we are again with Annie at age 15, Molly 12 and Katie enjoying her last days as a 4 year old. She will start school after these holidays. She too wandered up Conical Hill today. It started snowing on the way up which was rather magical.

A brief word about the 22 February Earthquake

I don’t feel quite ready to write about the day but thought I’d better post something here in the interim.

My family are all safe. Katherine has relocated to Timaru with Molly (12) and Katie (4) while I am taking Annie (14) to Tauranga tomorrow where she will stay with friends and recommence high school. She is among 11 Marian College rowers who are relocating there to go to school and continue rowing.

Katherine and Katie were at home when it struck. Molly at school and Annie in the boat sheds at Kerr’s Reach. I was at work. It took me 6.5 hours to get to Annie through the gridlocked traffic and rivers of silt. Every bridge between her and I was down bar one. I shall never forget the moment of pure joy at seeing her smiling (tear streaked) face when I finally got to her. We then had a 4 hour drive to Sumner. Both trips would normally take 15 minutes.

We spent the first night sleeping under tables down stairs, holding hands and riding out the violent aftershocks.

Our house is remarkably well in tact on the flat in Sumner. The surrounding hills, Richmond, Clifton, Mt Pleasant have been hammered.

The city is amazing, it is remarkable how one adjusts so quickly to driving past ruins and devastation along broken, bumpy dusty roads. Some of the buildings have the word clear spray painted on them, others sadly have a number.

It is hard to describe the pride one feels seeing all the people pitching in to clear silt, feed neighbours and organise water deliveries. I spent time doing all of these and it is a great way to get your mind off things and to share a laugh or a hug with complete strangers.

We all know someone who’s had that worst of news. In my case one of my lovely staff members has lost her older sister in the CTV building collapse. The wife of one of the IT guys at work had a chimney fall two stories into her house and on top of her. She is in intensive care with serious back injuries. It was all so random.

The aftershocks continue and each one brings a nanosecond of adrenalin.

Jamesons has been a great help ; )

And I don’t wish to sound trite but if you haven’t planned your emergency response I suggest you do. Our family had water and a well stocked civil defence kit. After the September 4th earthquake we beefed it all up. It made a huge difference to surviving 7 days without power and water!

Oh and you don’t have to boil Jamesons :)

Merry Christmas to all our readers…

I feel the need to write. In part it is because I have just finished reading Stephen Fry’s second installment of his autobiography. I am a big fan of the genius Mr Fry, and I was surprised how many things I feel I have in common with him. Certainly not his wealth, fame or gift for language. I do recall hearing him talk about his dislike of skiing but liking for ski fields some time ago and this endeared me to him. Reading his auto biography however revealed many more similarities; I too loathed anything and everything to do with sport at school, I was something of a child pick-pocket (culminating in a rather sobering theft which bought home the error of my ways in 1980), the list goes on… His biographies (Moab was my wash-pot & The Stephen Fry Chronicles) are well worth a read.

Well the truth is the year did not quite turn out quite the way I had hoped. The same can, I know, be said for pretty much any year. This was truly my Annus Horribilus. The death of my lovely mum on 9 September was both unexpected and profoundly sad. I do not wish to use this blog as some form of self pitying rant but I have been surprised and frustrated at just how mum’s death has impacted on me.

From time to time in the media we read about people who do the most extreme things, and when (inevitably in a court setting) are called to account use the defence that the loss of a loved one. I believe I now understand a little of their plight. While I remember being sad at the death of my father in 1996, I do not recall it being as constant or ‘heavy’ a feeling. In part this may be because our first daughter, Annie, was born in 1996 and so the experiences of being a parent and the adventures that threw up were rather distracting. I suspect however that the real reason is that I was always something of a mummy’s boy.

Certainly I have felt a keener sense of the need to care for mum over the last 14 years since dad’s death. In particular her last 10 months after her stroke in 2009 fell logically on those of her children here in Christchurch. This is in no way a criticism of my siblings elsewhere (who I know feel the loss of mum as keenly).

Partly of course it was the unexpected way in which she died. Most days I relive some part of the day that she died. I know it is also very cliche but it is true that the most unusual things remind me of mum. I can be trucking along having a good day and then *wham* some random memory will have me falling down a rabbit hole of thought.

I seem to have lost my equilibrium a little. I am sure that with time and thought I will discover the perspective required.

The earthquake that rocked my world – literally – on 4 September, was rather exciting. While the initial quake clearly did some terrible damage the weeks following and the 2500+ aftershocks were the real bugger. Sleep deprivation, underlying worry and the need to keep children and loved ones calm were very draining.

My work was enjoyable and rewarding in 2010. I ‘clocked’ 25 years with the government in January and suspect I am now a lifer (as a colleague once called us). I was able to travel to Hiroshima, Jakarta, Mauritius, Taipei and Melbourne in the year. According to Tripit I have done 44 trips this year, I have spent 107 days ‘on the road’ have travelled to 23 cities in 10 countries and clocked up 153,253 kilometres. No wonder then that I enjoyed the movie “Up in the Air” with George Clooney. There are so many more things I would like to achieve for my beloved Companies Office.

I am ever grateful for my wee family and am greatly enjoying supporting Annie as she takes up rowing for Marian College. Molly had completed her penultimate year at primary school and will move to the top class in 2011. She will be joined by the effervescent Katie in August! Time flies.

We have a quiet Christmas (if there is such as thing) planned and will head away for a little camping in early January.

I hope for a much better year in 2011, and will do my bit to make it so.

Merry Christmas to all our (my) readers.

The Ghost of Christmas Past

I have very happy and strong memories of my childhood Christmas’s.  I put this down in the main to the routines or traditions that we observed in my family.   Christmas eve consisted of watching (normally) a movie on the tele while waiting for midnight Mass.  We would then head of to Mass for carol singing and the service.  I cannot recall at what age I attended midnight Mass but it was always an exciting and enjoyable part of the event.  After Mass we would return home and usually receive a visit from Barbara and David Charles, friends of my parents.  There would be mince pies and a wee night cap for the adults.

We would bundle off to bed in anticipation of a visit from Father Christmas.  It was the tradition in our house to leave out a nylon stocking into which Santa would deposit his booty.  I recall one year I discovered the Santa was in fact my Aunt Angela!  It was that same year that I overheard her arrival (from Auckland) to our house.  She was telling my mother that she had just been to Jerusalem.  I wondered at this (as I knew Jerusalem was a long way off), she had in fact been up the Whanganui River to the mission station once the home of James K Baxter.

Christmas morning would be a forage through the nylon stocking full of surprises.  Normally there would be fruit (an orange) lollies, stickers and then a matchbox car, coloured pencils or the like.

This little lot would need to keep us occupied for the morning because the tradition in our house was that no presents would be opened until after lunch.  The Christmas Tree would be planted in a garden of brightly wrapped packages.  Being one of seven children meant that there was a small mountain of gifts at the foot of the tree each year.  Very tempting but definitely out of bounds until after lunch.  The morning was spent trying to be good and trying to find things to do that did not get under the feet of the adults in the kitchen.

Christmas lunch was a large event. The best crockery and cutlery were extracted from where ever it was they lived for the rest of the year.  A full roast was usually the menu followed by pavlova and/or trifle.

After lunch saw the ‘ladies’ (usually Mum, Angela and in later years presumably Terri) retire to the lounge while the men folk – Dad and his sons were on dishes duty.  Bearing in mind we are talking pre-dish washer era.

After this marathon of dishes which saw the sink emptied and water replaced numerous times, we got (finally!) to go through to the lounge and the pile of presents.

Presents were distributed by the youngest and passed to the oldest and then the next oldest and so on.  Every one watched while a gift was unwrapped and acknowledged before the next person received theirs.

Once the lounge was converted to a pile of gifts and and even larger pile of paper we then pottered about for a bit.

The balance of the afternoon was taken up with a trip to the Charles household, we were only allowed to take one of our gifts  to play with.

The evening was then spent watching whatever Christmas special was on the tele while eating lovely fresh ham sandwiches.

And that was the Christmas of my childhood…

It’s Christmas time all over the world…

As the song goes… so a little Christmas message to all our readers (both of you – “Hi Mum”).

2009 has galloped past at a fare old pace.  As is often the case at this time of the year one looks back and attempts to judge whether enough was achieved.  On the family front Annie has had a wonderful start to her secondary school life.  She has enjoyed Marian College and has been busy with academic and sporting pursuits.  She found time to pursue her jazz dancing and performed in a couple of shows during the year.

Molly also enjoyed being the oldest (and currently only) Hygate girl at Our Lady Star of the Sea.  She has a good bunch of friends and particularly enjoyed being in the DOTS extension group.  We had a school camp to Arthur’s Pass in March which was great fun.  It is a real treat to get to go on camp with your children as you get to see them in unguarded moments with their peers.

Katie is a delight and a real hoot.  She just laps up life at every opportunity.  She is blessed with a wonderful temperament and plays happily away by herself or with her great friend Emme who Katherine looks after twice a week.

My year has been marked by a rather exceptional amount of travel (and this from someone who travels a bit most years).  I have been to South Africa, Singapore, Australia, Bangladesh, Colorado USA, Jakarta and Rarotonga this year.  I have also beaten a path to Auckland and Wellington on a very regular basis.  It is a good thing that I like air travel (and in particular Air New Zealand who just get better and better each year).  Work has been very rewarding and enjoyable in 2009.  A shiny new computer system is being built and will see the light of day in May 2010.

I have been busy in other areas as well, I continue to be active in two international organisations (the Corporate Registers Forum and the International Associtation of Commercial Administrators).  I was lucky to attend both annual conferences and to catch up with good friends from all over the planet.  I particularly enjoyed the Denver visit as I have a great affection for the United States and feel that the end of the Bush era has lightened the mood there somewhat.

A highlight of the year was a holiday in Rarotonga. We won a competition run by Arnott’s Biscuits and the first prize was $10,000 travel.  We chose a Pacific holiday and enjoyed every minute of it.  Rarotonga is just beautiful. Evidence of the adventure can be found here.

2010 is already shaping up to be interesting.   I shall no doubt set myself some unrealistic goals but will be happy to continue to interact with the many friends and colleagues I have made all over the place.

Have a great holiday season and I look forward to sharing a laugh or two in 2010.