La De Da

(Oh and just so you know I learnt how to drive in Martinborough where the roads always look like this in that you rarely encounter another vehicle.)

Time Machines! What on earth was I thinking? For one that is intensely boring and cliched. Luckily something far more interesting happened in between when I abandoned my last post and started this post. That something is 'La De Da'. As avid followers may know I spend a lot of my time in Martinborough. Probably about 2/7th of the year or more... Because of this extreme amount of time which I spend here then even though I don't attend a local school or permanently live here then I think I qualify for special consideration. I therefore call myself a Martinboroughian... Try saying that five times fast... I hold the little town in a special place in my heart. I've borrowed DVD's a plenty from the video rental store which has more videos than DVD's. It makes me wonder if at a town meeting they simply decided that whoever had the most DVD's had to open a DVD rental place. I've attend Circus cinemas many a time. Most of which it has only been my Granny and myself in the theatre and most importantly I've rocked up to P & K's in probably the grossest farm gear ever. I like to follow their vibe to the letter since they do have a sign on the door which says 'Please leave Gumboots outside'. Although I just realised (since I'm in an Englishy mode) then that could mean leave all traces of farming outside including that hot red tartan Swanndri jacket outside. Or it could mean 'we accept that you're a farmer but please don't put your animally ground on our just-cleaned floors'... See this is why English is misleading.

Whatever the case I love Martinborough! It has this quaint British small town vibe to it (I think that's mainly due to the fact that the whole of Martinborough is set out in the shape of the Union Jack). Everyone knows one another so whenever I pop into P&K's with my Granny then inevitably she bumps into Joe Hedley or Jane Cameron and has a nice little chat with them. When I walk around Martinborough I'm so chilled out it's as if I'm walking around my own house. I don't care if my hair is grubby or if I haven't accessorized properly. I can let my guard down in Martinborough. Enter 'La De Da'. It's the BIG Wellington New Years event hosted by you guessed it... MARTINBOROUGH. 12000 ruckus youths are descending on this usually peaceful village. My opinion on the entire event is split. On one hand I'm gunning for it to be a success. I love Martinborough. I want it to grow and for my favorite local businesses *cough* *cough* Medicci to flourish. More importantly I want lots of people to know all about Martinborough so that I can brag to them about the epicness of it and for once they won't just nod their heads and smile because they would have actually been there.

On the other hand... I'm terrified! What if it doesn't work out? What if those terrible youths cause a riot? I wouldn't put it past them especially considering the gang of youths beneath the diversion bridge opposite my Grannys gate whose favorite game seems to be one which seems to only consist of flashing a finger, hurling words which warrant *'s on my blog and consuming alcohol. It's a rather pointless game to be honest since as far as I could discern then there was no way for anyone to win or lose. Just a waste of money! Although I guess it could boost their confidence to know that they can insult elderly people in their eighties (that is the case for the majority of the individuals who live in Martinborough). Poor quaint little Martinborough will essentially be dropped on its head for these few days.

Just before I started writing this entry then I drove into Martinborough. There's no need for you to worry it was just before my curfew. However I did begin to worry when I was stopped by a very intimidating blockade of police officers. I swear there were more police officers in little Martinborough than there have been in total this entire year... Granted that isn't hard considering there's only one police station in Martinborough and I'm fairly certain that there's only one or two officers who are posted there. It makes sense though I mean it's likely that the only call outs that they have are when 'shearing shed parties' get a little too noisy. In a weird way the absence of police makes you feel safer. There's no need for them. When I said my name and address into that weird looking thingamee then I felt scared. There must be drunk drivers on the road and to be honest police officers make me nervous when I'm driving. They have the power to lock me up in prison and I think I'd waste away on a prison diet. I think 'intimidating' is the best word for them. The police are the key sign that Martinborough has changed for these few days.

I'm glad I'm going home tomorrow. I'm not quite ready to see that other side of Martinborough. I just hope that it will all turn out A-Okay so Martinborough can return to being the sleepy little hollow which it is.

3 Good Things
*Eager Beaver Cross Country
*My Dad enjoyed 'the history of religion in the Pacific Islands'.
*Listening to my podcasts and cleaning my tack is weirdly relaxing!