Christians will believe anything...

You'll remember this story a few weeks ago - the bleeped version of The Queen movie aired on an Air New Zealand flight with the word 'God' bleeped out.

Today's Herald has the explanation as to who did it.

"The word God was removed seven times in all after an inexperienced employee of a California company that edits movies for in-flight entertainment was told to take out all profanities - including any blasphemy."

We had some fun with it on air, have a listen to the guy at the end who falls for the gag..

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I was going to choose this when I first started blogging but I thought it looked a bit bland. Funny how things change, now I think it's kinda nice and minimalist and not quite so snot green as the other one.

Madonna, the Queen of reinvention was asked by
Parkinson why she keeps changing and reinventing herself and she said (in an American accent which has morphed into something quite English now) "I prefer to call it growing." Or words to that effect.

He then asked her when she decided to do the
sex book and she replied with, "When I started thinking about sex."

Cue: Laughter from live audience and stuttering from Parkinson.

I dispute that, because when that book came out in 1992, I'd suggest Madonna and her virginity had long since parted company.

Maybe she just started thinking about it in a different way. And being a teenage boy when she decided to publish photos of herself in the nude, I thank her for it.

So, new year, new challenges, new focus for Smart.

One of my personal challenges has been to continue to cull the people from my past who don't add anything to our family unit or our lives.

That may sound harsh, so let me explain. It's kind of like putting old photos in a box and sliding them under the spare bed because there's no need to have them in the display albums anymore.

In saying that, we still must recognise that they're not gone forever. They're an important part of our past and had a part in sculpting us into what we are today.

Everything else now comes second to family and home.

This year, I will see my daughter take her first steps and along with my beautiful wife make the appropriate steps toward having another baby.

I will meet my half brother tonight for the first time. I wonder if we'll be simliar? I wonder if we'll get on? We have the same father, will he be a doorway to a man I've never met?

My Aunty Sue is coming up to stay for a few days next week and I've got her Corporate Box seats at the last
Breakers game of the season - she's a huge fan.

We'll go to Nelson and visit my grandfather in April.

We'll upgrade our bathroom and finish the kitchen renovations.

We must work of course, there's no denying that and I love what I do. In that, I'm lucky. A lot of people hate their jobs. I have the best job in the world. It's just the hours that are shitty.

Gutted.

I can safely say that I didn’t get the afternoon job and now I’ve got that horrible stomach feeling you get when someone breaks up with you.

Oh, they haven’t said who is getting the job yet. Apparently they can’t until the contract is signed. Which seems weird, they’re obviously sure the person will say yes otherwise they wouldn’t have told everyone else who has applied, no.

However, life goes on, and in the immortal words of Chopper, harden the f*ck up Smart.


Chopper Read Says " Harden The F##K Up!" - video powered by Metacafe

Thanks for your support, back to the night show in Feb. Here’s to 2007!

OK, I can talk about it now.

I applied to be Classic Hits Waikato Breakfast Host, but I didn't get it.

Bunty, our afternoon host got it. And while I miss out to a colleague, we've both been honest with each other and agreed way back that we'd be well stoked for the other if he got it.

Bunty and I are lucky, we' have a friendship stretching back a good 12 years. Back then, he was my boss! He was breakfast announcer and Programme Drector at Classic Hits 90FM in Nelson and I was the weekend kid.

So now, Bunty is leaving which leaves his show open. Am I going to apply? You betcha. Already done. A part of me wants to abuse the power of the internet and post my bosses email address on here and encourage you the reader to email him and say good things about me. I wouldn't do that though. If you wanted to email him, I'm sure you could find his email address from the Classic Hits website in the Contact Us section where it says "Management / Complaints"

Of course, that wouldn't be the done thing now would it.

Keep you posted.

Ok ok I'm not dead...

Yeah so I haven’t posted in ages – it’s the holidays! Haven’t really felt much like sitting in the office to be fair.

I can tell you that I applied for a job and didn’t get it. I was number 2 though so that was nice. I’d like to tell you more about it but the official announcement hasn’t been made by the bosses so it’s not my place to say.

Still, as I say to my students, every move creates a hole behind it, and the person who gets the job that you miss out on is now out of your way for the next job that comes up!

Why do I want a new job? There are three reasons.

1: My wife gets lonely at night. Soph is asleep, and Coronation St is only on 3 nights a week! Sure she has visitors and is quite social and all that carry on but a marriage is no fun when your husband is away at work 5 nights a week. We’re a team and are meant to do things together.

2: Most folks with a bit of ambition like to move up the ranks and after 3 years in one position, I’m ready! Even though I work within the greatest radio team in the land, I have dreams, aspirations, goals...

3: We’re growing out of our house! Aunty Judi very kindly gave us Sophie’s second bed for when she moves out of the cot and we’ve got nowhere to put it! Moving creates its own issues though, what school zone, (really thinking ahead here), what can we afford, in what suburb, or what TOWN even? Anna’s after a bit of consistency so the move we next make needs to be a mid to long term move.

Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m happy. I LOVE doing this show and I’m contracted for another year or so yet so unless it’s an internal shift, I can’t leave anyway.