Even Volcanic Ash Cloud Can't Keep Kiwiblogger From Cavorting With Old Chums

Marrying off one's mates is a big deal. Old mates are even more important. That's why Farrar trusts Stuff's* advice on trans-hemispheric aero-travel in the face of vulcanized airborne threats:

Stuff reports:

Stranded passengers are holding their breath as a giant ash cloud in New Zealand’s airspace begins to move away, with hopes all flights could resume by today.
The ash cloud – made up of two plumes – was shifting to the east, away from New Zealand, the Wellington Volcanic Ash Advisory Centre said.

Good. I am due to fly to Auckland, and then Heathrow via Hong Kong this evening. I have been moderately anxious.

Even the extravagant blogging-income of New Zealand's most prolific online commentators can't bear a trans-oceanic, weekend jaunt:   

One of my oldest mates is getting married in England, so I am heading over for the wedding (and stag do). Not cost effective to fly over just for a weekend, so going for around a fortnight. A friend from Germany and I are holidaying around- one week in England and Wales and one week in Scotland before the wedding at Lytham St Annes, which is on the coast in Lancashire.

While carrying out his mately duties, Farrar also entertains extra-New Zealandic mateship opportunities:

By coincidence I’ll be in London the same night as Rotorua MP Todd McClay – Saturday 25 June. We’ll be hosting a pub meeting for Kiwis and anyone else interested for an update and chat on NZ politics. I’ll blog details of the pub ext next week.

*Or Stuff, if you prefer.

Farrar Backs Mates, Marriage

Farrar backs marriage, particularly for his mates:

Personally I'm still a believer in marriage, and I am typing this from an apartment in London, as I have travelled to the UK to attend the wedding of one of my mates. I love seeing a couple commit to remaining together until death do them part. 

... but sees a bleak future for the institution:

But the statistics out last week from Stats NZ show marriage continues to be in decline, perhaps terminal decline. The marriage rate is now barely higher than the divorce rate.

 Will Farrar be in the running for his mate's newly minted wife's bouquet? Or will romance bloom out of digital security faux-embarrassment?