Top 10 Tunes

Ladies and Gentlemen! And Eurotrash. Welcome to the Dayglo Disco, your very own doofdoof -- free club, where Cristal spraying is positively verboten, and if you think we might play The Gypsy Kings' My Way - THINK AGAIN! And ... oh oh, that's the Eurofolk gone -- so, it's just us then. Happily the aircon is back, the suds will be on about 5 am, and in the meantime - tonight's very special DJ is nearly here, a man possibly from Mt. Raskol, but flown direct courtesy of Two Paddocks Virtual Air (first class, where only those with dangerous allergies are served the peanuts, Fairtrade of course), one of New Zealand's finest literary talents, and latterly a major contributor to our National Cinema. A man who has pushed the Prop firmly out of his comfort zone not once, but actually twice: once to play the Rev. Dean Spanley in the eponymous film about 3 years ago (a man of the cloth with a vaguely canine dimension), and then to appear LIVE for the first time in 30 years on the actual stage in Bare last year in aid of Christchurch (playing a part written by Toa as a drunken female dog lover). A man we rate very highly indeed, a sharp observer, an excellent companion, an insightful director, a graceful writer, and look, why don't we get out of his way, here he is coming up on stage, and with more useful things to say in five minutes than we could muster in a month, a man who would love Two Paddocks, the libation, if only he wasn't actually tea-total -- and big ups for that my friend! - the writer and director of one of our very favourite films -- No. 2 -- make absolutely sure you see this movie -- a lovely fellow indeed -- here he is the one and only ... Mr TOA FRASER!

Kim Dotcom said, “When wine, women and song become too much for you, give up singing.” They did all get too much for me, back in 2008, and one of them had to go. But for me -- startling place, really, to announce this, chez-TP - it was the booze. I was in a hole and as the British winter closed in on the South Downs, I sang my way out of there, blasting these jams across the fields.

They say a frog in a well cannot conceive of the ocean. These songs got me to the shore.