A car crash of cringe-inducing lines, grasping plot themes & startlingly bad character development. I couldn't stop watching.

Like a surprise visit from a rainbow-coloured unicorn dancing upon a sun ray amidst a downpour, The Lonely Planet has voted Auckland the...

There are no men on Tinder, my friend lamented loudly to the table, staring into her fizzing Aperol Spritz.

This will be my last cat, my friend Libby declared. Her magnificent fluffy grey striped Turkish Angora cat with it’s exotic Egyptian...

I was 27 and had just left my life in London behind to travel the globe in a clockwise direction, a tell-tale requirement of the discounted

Fresh out of the black hole of our teeny lockdown in NZ. 14 days, it’s nothing really. I’ve probably had bender weekends that lasted longer.

I know what you're thinking, this posed pic MUST have been taken on the set of the greatest show on earth, The Bachelor. Nopeities, it's...

It’s been almost 20 years since I left Wellington and it’s murderous wind, and this was my first visit back.

When I was about 21, living in Wellington, my parents very kindly bought me a metallic grey Daihatsu Feroza jeep. I thought it was the...

On our (annual) dinner date in Sydney about 6 months ago, Tom got hit on by a woman at the adjacent table to us.

One of the most obvious adjustments to moving back here has got to be hearing the Kiwi accent (pronounced ‘ixceent’) everywhere again.

Reflections from a survivor after being locked inside with tiny despots.

At some point during that interminable lockdown was our 7th wedding anniversary. For the 7th time, we forgot about celebrating it.

So it seems that everyone is now baking bread for Instagram show and tell. I am shocked. At first, I suspected these loaves were the...

Mummy my mummy I've brought you a drink Mummy my mummy what do you think? Darling my darling how thoughtful and sweet What is it my...

When I was about 4 years old someone gave me a pillow case which had a picture of Garfield dressed as a grouchy ram, with huge curling...

Marie Kondu‘s simple core philosophy is to throw out every item in your house that does not fill you with joy when you pick it up. I am...

A 40 year old man dressed in fluoro clothing doing wheelies in the bush can only mean one thing – the male mid life crisis.

6 things perplexing me this week.