If you’re planning on driving to work tomorrow, or even if you’re planning on taking public transport, you should read the following press release about the great big mother-trucking protest that’s planned for tomorrow morning in Wellington.

Sure, I’m a nasty little insect that brings doom and pretense, but I like to think I also bring some small rays of sunshine.

At a recent outing to the new Wagamama (along with hundreds of other Wellingtonians I had a wonderful experience. As a quick aside Wagas was just how I remembered it from London (when I was a Anglo-fly-le, ha ha) aside from having more space here to swing a cat in.

But the real story begins when my main was late coming out, however, the floor manager more than made up by:

1. spotting the fault in the line order in the kitchen and fixing it, and
2. offering free extras – drinks and more starters to tide us over for the two extra minutes it took for the mains to come out

Hopefully this isn’t just new-restaurant diligence. Well done Wagamana!

I’ve been poking around in our site stats which tell us everything about you, from the colour of your eyes to your home address, and whether any of you are scrawny with big noses, small chins and many issues or not, and I’ve realised that the Wellingtonista is failing you in a couple of areas.

1. We haven’t made any proclamations as to which is the best brothel in town, or even done any reviews that we’ve written about.

2. We haven’t written any Flight of the Conchords slash fiction. Well, outside of our heads, anyway.

3. We can’t tell you how much Shortland Street actors get paid. I don’t think even the Aucklandista could help with that one, although they’d like to.

Perhaps our lovely readers could address or answer these issues in the comments?

Have you been to Aunt Daisy’s Boathouse cafe yet?
Martha did and thought it “tres awesome” – her franglish, not mine.

If you haven’t visited the charming 1950s-style tearooms in Titahi bay yet, perhaps you need a mid-winter weekend of music to tempt you? As if the sea views, Supreme Coffee and kids’ playground weren’t enough, Aunt Daisy is popping the mulled wine on to heat and putting some live music on the boil from 4pm this Fri/Sat/Sun. Kids get in free and grown-ups can fork over a mere $7 for sweet sounds the likes of Rosy Tin Teacaddy, Achilles Botes and Jess Chambers. Go here for more details.

The only sane answer to this insane windy weather, I think!

In my younger, larval days, I was known to frequent certain bars where a band who dared to play a displeasing song could expect to find a bottle flying their way.

But I wasn’t expecting to experience a retro blast-from-the-past of glass-throwing in the plush environs of Mighty Mighty.

But there I was, working my way through MM’s splendid new cocktail menu and enjoying the sci-fi electronica of Kazaam Blam, when suddenly an otherwise respectable looking young lady sitting nearby picked up a cocktail glass and hurled it at the space-suited Kazaam Blam frontman, breaking the visor of his costume.

A ripple of shock and furrowed brows spread across the dance floor. Who did this? And why? Was it an expression of rage against the synth? Was it a manifestation of extreme artistic differences? Or was it a clever stunt, carefully timed to happen in the last song?

The perpetrator was tracked down and the story came out – apparently she threw the glass because she thought the audience, not the band, was being boring.

Ah, in that case, the next time I visit Mighty Mighty, I will wear my bondage trousers and bring along a portrait of the Queen at which I shall flick the fingers. Oi.

Item! The next Cellar-vate dinner, which we have drooled about before is on July 9, featuring Ngawaka wines, and it costs $40. Give the lovely Rebecca a call to reserve your tickets.

Item! The supercute Green Land Cafe under the Ministry for the Environment on Kate Sheppard Place is running a competition to win a bottle of the famous olive oil grown on Mt. Vic. Buy a coffee, pick an number and go into the draw. Actually, don’t, because it’s a gorgeous green virgin, and I wants it. So back off! Also, how lovely are the staff there? They totally buttered my scone for me, if you know what I mean. And of course what I mean is I think it’s part of their waste reduction responsibilities.

Item! It’s not near Molesworth Street, but it’s just as bleak – Stanley Road on the corner of Victoria Street and Willeston is running Happy Hour from 4pm-6pm, with all kinds of beers (Corona etc) for just $3.50. It’s not a particularly cosy spot, but hey, given how dry this part of town is, consider it a good oasis to stop at while you cross the desert of Willis Quarter.

With the cost of oil reaching record highs, it stands to reason that more & more people will see the sense in leaving their cars at home & enjoy the hassle free ride to work, in the company of like minded souls, on the region’s bus & train network.

The more people that switch to public transport, the more economically efficient the public network will become, right? Might even be worth subsidising, wouldn’t you think?

But, less cars on the roads might pose a problem for some of the wackier, recent roading proposals – that 2nd tunnel through Mt Victoria isn’t being made for buses after all.

So what’s a council to do? I know, they could look for ways to discourage people from using public transport at all.

Secret Talks on Increasing Bus & Train Fares

As you may have twigged by now, we likes us some Mighty Mighty. However, even we usually draw the line at spending two nights in a row there dancing our collective arses off and getting Real Sloshed Bitches. It’s going to be hard to resist the temptation this weekend though, kicking off on Friday night with TV Disko and carrying on with the L.E.D.s on Saturday.

(more synthtastic goodies after the jump)