Thirsty Thursday: Welcome to the new (sort of) columnist
"Well, well, well. Look who has come crawling back into your brain and the collective consciousness."
We are very pleased to confirm entertaining wordsmith Sarah McCarthy will, from today, write a weekly column for The Southland Tribune. Sarah is a former journalist who many will remember previously penned the popular Uptown Girl column in The Southland Times. We are delighted Sarah is back sharing her random musings through her new Thirsty Thursday column.
THIRSTY THURSDAY
(A banshee screaming for the end of the world but also finding creative ways to use mince)
Well, well, well. Look who has come crawling back into your brain and the collective consciousness.
I’ve been feverishly reading the Southland Tribune (or Old Tribbo as I like to call it, as I have to ruin things to get them to stick in my head) and thrilling at the amount of local government gossip but skipping the sport because I still do not care for it.
I was briefly romanced by the idea of being a Warriors fan as I’ve never met a bandwagon I didn’t leap on, and do like the idea of shouting UP THE WAHS, but when I realised that would mean I would have to watch games instead of hiding in bed and watching Real Housewives I quickly gave up.
So I thought to myself, what Logan (or Logano as I like to call him, see above) needs in his news thing is a woman sliding head first into perimenopause, who had children late and still cannot meet deadlines or dust the skirting boards.
For those of you who are thrilled to see my name, how are you! What have you been up to! I love your hair!
To those who have not, I am a former old journo and current pinko bleeding heart liberal bloody leftie with a passion for flat shoes, Last Shepherd Pinot Noir (Sheppy, ibid) and being in bed.
I have some children and a dog and some cats and old Mr mr is still around here somewhere. I now have to set my font to 16 from the 12 of my youth and wear wacky earrings and interesting hats like an art teacher. You’ll love me. I’ve hit peak aunty and sing songs to the dog. It’s all go.
I’m actually a bit cold hands nervy as I type because last time I blathered on in this manner people had to write a letter to the editor to complain about me and now I can be screeched at with a mere click of a button. But then I think well, I have had two babies, walked the Routeburn track with zero preparation and got my tits out on stage every night for a week so I’m probably going to be okay.
I’ll be here every week and I’ll try not to swear or resort to making lists of things that I hate when I can’t think of anything else to say.
In my whare we have a sacred tradition called Thirsty Thursday, where Mr mr and I give in and have drinks on a Thursday as soon as it is decent, and then we give the children beige things from the oven and talk smack about everyone and everything. So here I ask you to sit and have a glass or mug or jug or bottle or cannister or flute of something you like and join me as we endure late stage capitalism together. Let’s do this!
We reckon the Thirsty Thursday column deserves its own dedicated ‘sponsor’. Sing out if you might be keen to jump as Thirsty Thursday’s main partner and we’ll have a chat. Email: logan@southlandtribune.com
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I look forward to reading these!