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AuthorEmily Le Strange

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February 28, 2005

It started with a mosquito bite on my leg. That I scratched. Manically. And then it grew to the size of a small root vegetable – perhaps a kumara. Well, certainly the colour of one. It occurred to me that perhaps this was slightly unusual. After a few days I was incapable of walking and […]

April 26, 2004

Mrs Le Strange is making her weekly trip into Wellington for a spot of shopping. She parks just off Lambton Quay, but, realising she has no coins to put in the parking meter, she dashes off to the nearest shop to get some money.

April 5, 2004

9.00 Alarm goes off. Haul myself out of bed, trip over various objects on my way to the bathroom to put in contact lenses which invariably pop out of my eyes and fall into the sink.

March 22, 2004

It is generally thought that to make a movie out of a wonderful book is to lay literature down and rape it.

March 22, 2004

I realise that I take up quite a lot of this column, and a lot of your reading time, raving on about the School of Music, but you have to understand that I have no life outside of it. In a few months I can actually apply to become a citizen. But today’s column is […]

March 15, 2004

Remember that episode of Friends many years ago, where Ross makes a list of five celebrities he’s allowed to sleep with and Rachel can’t get mad? I think I was only about fifteen when I saw that episode but even back then I thought it was excellent. I assume that everyone has a list, don’t […]

March 15, 2004

One of my tutors is about thirty-five, tall and thin, and she sits with her long limbs wrapped around each other. She is serene-looking and soft-spoken, one might almost mistake her for boring. She wouldn’t be much fun to go out drinking with. But clearly she is a formidable force in her field. It amazes […]

March 8, 2004

I can feel your anticipation as you turn to this page. She’s back! Emilie Le Strange, back to delight and excite (in that order.) Some of you are old friends, some of you are new friends, and some of you aren’t friends at all, you just happened to flick to this page having given up […]

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