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It’s been Helen Clark day for me today. I’m usually fairly isolated from NZ politics but she’s jumped up and down in front of me three times today.

Blearly eyed this morning I heard her rationally opposing the British and US point of view on the Today Program. I had never really heard her views before, I sort of knew that NZ generally opposed it but wasn’t too sure to what lenghts. She said she backed the UN process and wasn’t in to the guns blazing approach. She more than hinted that her opinion was the big boys had spent long enough preparing for war and just couldn’t delay it. Sounds very like she was dubious of the whole thing.
Yay! Go Helen! Listen to her again on the BBC radio player.

Then, while at Television Centre today, I came across her being interviewed for Talking Point. While I watched she answered a couple of questions about the NZ brain drain and what she was doing. I would hope I’m visible proof of some of that, though she did say there is currently an influx of ex-kiwi’s due to the downturn in the world economy and the whole global uncertainty thing. I’m not surprised, there do seem to be lots of antipodeans dropping out of London and there are many more considering it.

Finally I saw Helen Clark again on the 10 o’clock news. Sitting on the right hand side of Bill Clinton at some big dinner for all the progressive world leaders. I wonder who appointed them all the most progressive world leaders anyway. Sounds like a lot of self congratulatory back slapping to me.

Well I moved over the weekend. It was long and laborious. I started packing on Friday night - well continued packing - I had already done two car boot loads in the week leading up to last weekend. On Saturday I got a transit van and filled it with all my stuff, literally filled it, in the end I had to do two loads. Man I own too much Stuff. It is Stuff with a capital S cause it towers over me in stacks in my new little room.

Two loads over two days and then back to my old house to clean up with my now ex-housemates. We ended up with enough rubbish and junk furniture to fill a small truck, a small truck that I had to pay £100 to take the crap away. At least I got rid of everything, including that mountain of garbage in front of the house.

So now I live in Broadway market and no matter how much I try to convince my self or mislead others I do now live in Hackney, the land of council blocks, burnt out cars and piles of rubbish in the middle of the road. When I was young I always wanted to live in a post holocaust wasteland, well now I do. Apparently though Hackney is really up and coming nowadays, well it has been up and coming for years now, it’s just had such a looong way to come up.

I’m sitting here on my bed, cup of tea and a trifle in my hands, new work laptop in front of me…. and there are no wires!! As soon as I stopped it trying to dial up every time I opened IE it connected. I was there in my lounge dancing around with my laptop spinning it in twirls and skipping from site to site, tripping the wifi fantastic. I’ve calmed down a bit now but the thrill is still there. It’s like a steep evolutionary climb, a real technological thrill. I’m surprised really. I had everything set up and had seen it in action many times, but the first time is still exciting. Like your first sexual experience, no matter how many times you watch other people do it your own personal experience is something else. All hail the brain tumor inducing radio spectrum.