(I told you I'd be writing about parties...)
Right, so I went to my Father's partner's daughter's 21st last night. It was cool, and was held at a farm somewhere near Charing Cross, which is about halfway between Darfield and Hororata. I was worried that I was running late to begin with, but soon after I arrived it became obvious that I am in fact leet, as I can follow instructions way, way better than a whole lot of Kat's friends - many of whom paid a visit to scenic Hororata at some stage last night. (Big thanks to Frank at this point, as because of him I knew that when I hit the ford, I'd gone too far, and so the big multi-intersection thingo I'd driven through just before must be in fact Charing Cross. Oops.)
I asked the band if they'd ever played a gig in a barn before. Apparently not. (oo, plug here - they were Kathleen Turner Overdrive, and they were good. Go see them, mmk)
Right, and the real point of this entry?
At the 21st I met a guy who is into hunting and mustering and general country living (he and Dad hit it off and told each other hugely amusing stories about killing all sorts of cute fluffy animals... anyway) who hunts up the back of Mount White Station. Mount White, I said, my Mum was brought up there as her dad (Pops to me) was the manager there for a time. Really, says he, what's his name then? Peter Newton.... and in that strange, New Zealand is such a small place kind of way, turns out this guy had just finished readings my Grandfather's first book, Wayleggo.
Strange, but very, very cool.
Which got me thinking. Pops wrote about fourteen books all up, I've read some of them and while I can't say they're exactly my cup of tea, (with titles such as 500 Horses, 10,000 Dogs and The Boss's Story), its pretty damn cool that I have this family history and heritage at my fingertips (oh, I have a full set somewhere or other). So even though he died when I was just eight or so, and I can't really remember him or any of the stories he might have told, I can read and find out what his life was like - perhaps what he was like.
Anyway, I don't think there is necessarily anything more profound to be said than that. Just made me think about how very book it is.
Ahem.
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