26 December

Christmas 2006

What goes on tour, stays on tour.

I mean, it’s not like Hayden and I ever sat down and swore to each other we’d be faithful. We have never ever looked each other in the eye and said ‘you’re the only one for me, baby’. Apart from the fact even just saying that would be nauseous beyond all belief, we’re just not that kind of people. So I’m sure while I was finding ways to pass the time while we were away camping, I’m also sure Hayden was doing exactly the same over in Australia (only hopefully not with his mother, which would have been very ‘ew’).

That’s the thing about Tutaekuri Bay – you have to find ways of passing the time. There’s nothing at Tutaekuri Bay except nature. No power, no Internet (except for in Ranger Graeme’s house – as I finally discover after all these years), no civilization. Shit, even the dunnies are worm-powered.

I’m not good with nature. I’m better than Jethro, who is, like, allergic to it, but I still don’t really get why people fall in love with it. It’s nature, it’s everywhere, you don’t need to worship it ‘cause it’s not like nature is going away, even if you do buy into all this global warming bullshit. Get over yourselves, people.

So generally I’ve been dealing with my attitude towards nature by tormenting either it (i.e. the dotterels of Tutaekuri Bay, the stupidest birds on the planet) or the defenders of it (i.e. Ranger Graeme).  But something has changed this year – either with me or nature – and that wasn’t so much fun at all. So, as it turned out, I had to find other ways of amusing myself. So I did. And I’m not sorry about it at all. In fact, in a way, it’s all Hayden’s fault, because he was the one who awoke these “feelings” in me, so why should he get bent out of shape about it if he finds out that I kind of acted on some of them?

Which he never will, by the way. Find out, I mean. Because if he does, I will track down the person who told him and destroy them. Are we clear on that?

So, anyway, apart from the Graeme thing, everything went pretty much as usual for us this Christmas. Apart from mad Aunty Jeanette being mad and Grandpa scoring a threesome with some retired lady cops (man, is he never going to live that one down) and Eric getting sex and Van getting repeatedly whacked in the nuts (actually stuff like that happens every year) and finding out that Mum had a kid before any of us…

Actually, that was seriously weird. Funny how you think you know everything about your family and stuff like that comes along. Who knew Mum – who is usually totally compulsive about speaking her mind and spilling whatever is inside it – could keep a secret that long.  She’s okay now, on about her third rum and Coke for the morning, all cuddled up with Judd – who turned up from prison and looks about 15 without his moustache. It’s almost sweet in a sick kind of way.

I have to go now – Ranger Graeme needs his computer back (and I need a bit more of Ranger Graeme – just to pass the time, you understand).

If anything worth talking about happens I’ll blog again – otherwise that’s it from me for a while.

Remember: if it feels good doing it, it’s probably worth doing.

19 December

Episode 16 – Season 2 Finale

Talk about shit hitting the fan.  Huge fan, big pile of shit.

Back when I was growing up, a West family party wasn’t a proper party if it didn’t end with someone getting taken in for questioning. I remember one party where the noise control guy had to be rescued from out of the grapefruit tree where he’d been trying to retrieve the stereo Van threw off the balcony. Then everyone surrounded the tree and threw beer cans (empty ones, of course, we’re not cruel or stupid) at him and someone may or may not have tried to set fire to the tree, but as Mum pointed out to the policemen, I was only nine and could not be held responsible for my actions.

Anyway, we had this party to celebrate Van getting engaged (again) – and because the house is empty so it wasn’t like much in the way of furniture was going to get smashed, like most of our other parties. It was an okay party, except for the bit where Kasey got really really trashed and decided it would be funny to bite Hayden on the arse. I was forced to put her back in her box and there was a bit of an ‘incident’.

But the next morning, I’m lying on bed, really hungover and Hayden is snoring, when the cops show up. And outside, apparently, was Wayne Judd with all this money in his hand that he swear was just sitting on the front seat of his car (yeah, right, how come that never happens to me?) and the next thing he’s getting arrested and charged with shitloads of bad shit. And the very next thing is Mum is going mental, blaming Dad for framing Judd.

Okay, I have to admit here that there is an element of payback to this – not just ‘cause of Judd and Mum hooking up, but ‘cause not so long ago it was Judd doing the dirty on Dad and framing him (albeit for a crime he actually did commit – but had got away with, which is the point of crime). What is going on with these guys? It’s like some kind of pissing contest – with Mum being the pissed off one in the middle.

So the state of play is that, apparently, Dad’s back inside – turned himself into the cops and spilled his guts about Judd. (So much for the Code of the Wests: “we never dob.”) And Judd is on remand in Mt. Eden awaiting a bail hearing. And Mum is a complete mess.

All this and we’re meant to be going camping for Christmas – will the fun never end?

(When I say “we’re” going camping, Hayden is being a big mummy’s boy and spending Christmas in Australia with his Mum. I have dealt with this rejection well – except for the bit where I told him I hoped a jellyfish stung him on his knob. Guess I’ll have to pass the time at Tutaekuri Bay in the time-honoured fashion – by tormenting Ranger Graeme, the DOC Fun Nazi. Same old, same old.)

On the up side I have found a leading lady for my film. My big sister – the one who put the ‘ho ho ho’ into Christmas.

My advice for Christmas is to kill a turkey and eat it before it kills and eats you.

19 December

Wherein Our Saviour’s Birth is Celebrated

It’s the festive season once again in New Zealand and the West family is divided on their annual Christmas-New Year sojourn to their favourite holiday spot, Tutaekuri Bay.

Cheryl is a walking emotional disaster zone. She’s worried about Judd; she’s furious with Wolf for framing Judd; she’s pissed off with the legal system for keeping Judd in when he should so clearly be remanded at large; then there’s the whole Christmas thing getting on top of her…

Judd, for his part, is being incredibly honourable and optimistic about everything. His appeal to the High Court about his remand conditions is scheduled for tomorrow and he and his lawyer are both confident that he will be released
on his own recognisance. Thus he thinks Cheryl should hold all thoughts of revengeand blame and concentrate instead on Christmas.

Van is raving to Aurora about how choice Tutaekuri Bay is – and the really great things they get up to every year they go there.

Ever since the operation (for his brain tumour), Grandpa has been a changed man – full of life and mischief.

Pascalle, meanwhile, is having a major ethical dilemma. Should she follow her sense of duty to her family? Or should she stay in Auckland with her beloved Dr Bruce, who will be spending Xmas on call.

On the fringe of the family, the two usual/unusual suspects, Eric and Munter, are raring to go on holiday. Eric has even cleaned the bus this year. (He has an old bus at his disposal, which has traditionally been the centre of operations for the West family at the beach.) Munter has just got back from the Coromandel where he’s had his traditional early Christmas with his Mum so he can spend his real Christmas with the Wests.

Jethro has decided this is the year he will decline the tempting offer of camping and the worm composting toilets and other luxuries of the Department of Conservation camping ground at Tutaekuri Bay.

And of course Loretta is a more stubborn nut for Cheryl to crack. Now that she’s got a boyfriend and has discovered sex, she’s looking forward to having the house to herself (and Hayden) and treating it as a sexual gymnasium until… Hayden tells her that he’s going to spend Xmas with his Mum and family in Australia and Loretta reneges on her position and decides to join her much loved family in Tutaekuri Bay.

Thus the cast of players are almost assembled, poised, ready to go….

On the day of departure, a military operation is underway with not very military efficiency. The motley crew has assembled at the house, but before they set off Cheryl has lone last piece of business to take care of – and one more passenger to pick up. Cheryl takes off, leaving last minute instructions for the others – which they promptly ignore.

Cheryl arrives at the High Court to be greeted by Judd’s lawyer. It is looking highly unlikely that Judd’s appeal will be heard before Christmas which means he will spend the festive season behind bars.

On hearing this, Cheryl is gutted. She suggests to Judd’s lawyer that he get her man out as soon as possible. Wilting under her onslaught, the lawyer promises to do his utmost.

Back at the West house, the preparations for departure continue in their own haphazard way. But the arrival of an unexpected visitor disrupts the maneuver. It’s a woman…who looks a lot like a plainer, more Amish, version of Cheryl.

When Cheryl arrives home it is revealed that the woman is none other than her identical twin sister, Jeanette. It is further revealed that Jeanette has left the farm in Wairarapa; left her husband Kees and their 16-year old twin sons, Luke and Matthew; and left the Exclusive Brethren.

Cheryl and Jeanette haven’t spoken for years and there is clearly a deep, dark rift between the siblings. Already in a bad mood as result of the Judd fiasco, Cheryl is in no mood to mend bridges with her sister. In fact the very presence of Jeanette at the time they’re heading to Tutaekuri Bay just reopens the wounds from their initial falling out.

It is only after Pascalle intervenes that Jeanette is allowed to accompany the family on holiday. Cheryl wants nothing to do with her sister, so Pascalle assumes responsibility for the reintroduction of Jeanette into society.

And so the convoy sets out, bound for Tutaekuri Bay which is a beautiful little bay on the east coast of Northland. There is a Department of Conservation camping ground there. Oddly, not many people go there. Certainly not as many as used to – even though it is truly a wonder of the world; an unspoilt paradise.

Tutaekuri Bay’s resident Park Ranger, Graeme Harkness, knows the reason for this – why many people come for one summer and never return: the Wests. It seems they won’t be coming this year – after the series of incidents that led to the Police being called in last year, they are not on the list of those who have booked – not that they’d be allowed anyway.

Graeme is a nice guy who’s loves the outdoors, animals, plants and hiking. This year, Graeme is looking forward to a nice quiet summer, as he welcomes two lovely trampers in their 50’s – Beverley and Vivian – to Tutaekuri Bay. He’s running through the rules and guidelines for accepted behaviour, when he hears the rumblings of a Barbarian invasion. It’s Eric’s bus, leading the convoy into camp.

In the rather testy negotiation that follows, it transpires that: (a) the Wests took this ‘ban’ as a suggestion they were free to ignore if they so wished – which they did because (b) they’ve been banned heaps of time in the past and that’s never stopped them before, and (c) Eric has booked them in under an assumed name – all paid for in advance. It’s a done deal – they’re in.

Graeme is left a crushed man and the Wests are feeling all smug as they trundle across the camping ground to their “Usual Spot” which is right by the beach, looking out over the beautiful blue Pacific Ocean. But the smirks soon fade when they spot some tents in their spot. Who would have the gall to pitch their camp there?

The Doslics.

With Mr and Mrs D, Draska and the Doslic Brothers ensconced and refusing to move, the Wests are consigned to the “Spot Next-door to the Usual Spot” – and war is declared.

And so the great West family Christmas begins…

As well as the turf-war with the neighbouring campers, there’s romance in the air for some, sibling rivalry that spans generations and a newly installed barrier to the gravel road that leads to the really cool bay next door which no-one knows the name of.

And, as always, there’s beach volleyball, barbecues, Christmas lunch by the beach, plenty of booze, the traditional Christmas night bonfire…and a touch of legendary Kiwi rock band, Hello Sailor.

  • Blue Lady

    (G Brazier)
    Southern Music Publishing

    Performed by Hello Sailor

    Licensed courtesy of Zodiac

  • Gutter Black

    (David McArtney)
    Southern Music Publ. Co. (A’Asia) Pty. Ltd

    Performed by Hello Sailor

    Licensed courtesy of Zodiac

  • Do Not Erase

    (C Binding) Bin Candy

    Performed by Carly Binding

    Courtesy of Festival Mushroom Records / Warner Music NZ

  • Broken Themes

    (B Crawford, S Icke, D O’Neill) Control

    Performed by Kitsch

    Licensed courtesy of Elevenfifty Seven Records

  • Black and White

    (A Thorne)
    Control

    Performed by Splitter

    Licensed courtesy of Double Happy Music

  • You’re Right To Rock and Roll

    (A Thorne)
    Control

    Performed by Splitter

    Courtesy of Double Happy Music

  • Drivin’ Wheel

    (R Sykes)
    Concord Music Group / Hebbes Music Group

    Performed by The Warratahs

    Courtesy of The Warratahs

  • Won’t Give In

    (N.Finn / T.Finn)
    Mushroom Music Publishing

    Performed by Finn Brothers

    Courtesy of Wildside Records

  • East of Eden

    (G Brazier)
    Control

    Performed by Graham Brazier

    Courtesy of Wildside Records

  • Hush

    (J Taylor) Control

    Performed by Jeremy Taylor

    Courtesy of Jeremy Taylor / She’ll Be Right Records

12 December

Now cracks a noble heart

Fleas!

Thanks for the mattresses, Eric, but no thanks. For Judd, he’s in a meant-to-be situation. Here is he with his police payout, and here’s the empty house. The solution is obvious – he’ll buy the new furniture. Cheryl caves. Alright, but she’ll pay him back. No protests from Van, Aurora, Loretta, and Pascalle – they think it’s really mint of Judd. Eric is left wounded.

But fortunately he finds a sympathetic ear. It’s Wolf and he wants details about affairs in the West home.

There’ll be sex, drugs and sausage rolls, in any order apparently.Bruce

Jethro enters his office with Hayden only to find… Wolf. After dealing a blow for each of his daughters to Hayden who takes his cue to leave, Wolf turns to his son. He wants the money – the $10,000 that Jethro invested. And he needs it today, in cash, in this envelope. Just follow these easy instructions…

Back at the West house, the phone rings. Judd answers. It’s Wolf who tells Judd to meet him at the Rusty Nail in 10 minutes. If Judd turns up, Wolf gives him his word that it is the last he’ll see of him. Cheryl doesn’t want Judd to go, but Judd is determined.

Judd arrives at the bar and looks around. He spots Wolf – sitting alone up at the bar. All he wants is for Judd to make sure he looks after Cheryl. Tell her no hard feelings.

The next day, Cheryl is determinedly upbeat, putting her shopping bags in into her car when she’s accosted and forced into her car by a man in a beanie. It’s Wolf. He speeds her out of the car park.

They arrive at a secluded, romantic spot and he tells her he had to see her – and he knows she wanted to see him. Cheryl and his kids mean more to him than anything in the world.

His words affect Cheryl, they certainly do. But after the longest time, she turns to him and says no. She can’t run away with him. And now she has to go. He tells her – whatever he does, it’s because of her – and she should remember that.

At Van and Aurora’s engagement party Cheryl lets the weight fall from her and dances with Judd.

At the police station, Hickey comes into see Grisham. Wolfgang West is here to see him. He wants to turn himself in.

The next morning, Judd goes to his car in the driveway on a milk run. The door is open and on the seat is a bulky envelope. He picks it up to find a serious amount of cash inside. Suddenly, cars converge on the West house and cops beeline for Judd.

As Cheryl watches Judd get into the police car, she knows that Wolf is behind this. This is his revenge – and he did it to get at her.

Meanwhile, Pascalle is determined to reconstitute her virginity, but man, that surgery is expensive. When Hayden offers her a part in the film he’s making with Loretta, Pascalle reckons it’ll be the perfect way to make some extra cash. That is, until she learns what sort of film it is. Porn.

But Bruce is serious about her, so she has to be serious about him. She tells Hayden she’ll do it and he agrees – she’ll be great.

Loretta has serious objections. Hayden assures her it’s just business. Pascalle is the most attractive option they have – and he is the producer. Unfortunately, Loretta realises, this is true.

Munter in the meantime, fears for Van. Once married, chicks turn from sirens to bossy harpies. Seemingly as proof, Aurora instructs Van to get a stereo for the party. He can withdraw some of their savings.

Van is determined to do as his beloved has instructed – until Munter points out that with this money they could get like a really humungous deal of Te Puke Thunder..which would be great for a party…

At the engagement party, Pascalle is horrified to find the Janet Frame Rest Home stereo pumping the party grooves. Van and Munter insist that they plan to return it in the morning – when Aurora enters. Van is forced to admit he bought some dak – Te Puke Thunder. Why didn’t Van say so and if he’s bought them dak – where’s hers?

And their happiness seems complete, apart from a freaky moment when the cops turn up. But weirdly enough, they haven’t come about the stereo, they’ve come to arrest Judd.

  • Gutter Black

    (David McArtney)
    Southern Music Publ. Co. (A’Asia) Pty. Ltd

    Performed by Hello Sailor

    Licensed courtesy of Zodiac

  • Why Does Love Do This To Me?

    (J Luck)
    Sony/ATV Music Publishing

    Performed by The Exponents

    Courtesy of Universal Music New Zealand

  • Kick and A Bang

    (R De Borst, C Livingstone, M Osment, P Somervell) Hellsquad Publishing

    Performed by The Datsuns

    Courtesy of Hellsquad Records

  • I Wanna Know

    (B Bell)
    Dead Language

    Performed by Dead Flowers

    Courtesy of Wildside Records

  • Last September

    (C Binding)
    Control

    Performed by Carly Binding

    Courtesy of Warner Music NZ

  • Monday Thru Friday

    (B White, P Mangan, B Gibson, M Tweed)
    Control

    Performed by The Have

    The Have Ltd

  • Catch The Light

    (B Weir/L Prebble)
    Native Tongue Music Publishing

    Performed by Fly My Pretties

    Courtesy of Loop Recordings Aot(ear)oa

  • The Beautiful Things

    (D McGlashan/H Sinclair)
    Native Tongue Music Publishing/ Control

    Performed by Front Lawn

    Courtesy of The Front Lawn

  • Memory of Me

    (S Icke, B Crawford, D O’neill)
    Copyright Control

    Performed by Kitsch

    Courtesy of ElevenfiftySeven Records

12 December

Episode 15

How’s that saying go – about things going round and coming round?

In defense of my family, I just want to say that even back in the old days, when nicking stuff was what we did, we never ever (to the best of my knowledge, at least, but I was a kid most of the time so I might be wrong) completely stripped a house. In, get the stuff that’s easy to hock off, out – that was the way we worked. No mess, no fuss, claim it all back on insurance.

In many ways the mess they left behind was worse than the shit they took. Funny eh?

It’s weird living in a house with nothing. Suddenly, because there’s nothing, the house seems bigger. Weird, eh? I guess I should thank God my laptop was at the Video Hut otherwise my entire life would have disappeared.

Or maybe I shouldn’t thank God as apparently this was all his fault. God – Sparky – Dad – the freakin’ Horsemen – Aurora – Van. Pick a suspect, any suspect will do. I don’t know, I don’t care.

What’s that other saying? About clouds and silver linings? The silver lining here is that Pascalle (ever my source of entertainment) is, like, one day into being a born-again virgin and is not coping well with the concept. I am going to have such fun tormenting her about her latest bout of insanity.

I’m sleeping at Hayden’s tonight. I guess the silver lining here is that when I announce this to Mum, she won’t be able to give me one of her funny looks because where else am I going to sleep? I have no bed.

Odd how life turns out, don’t you reckon?