I HAD an enjoyable hour in Martinborough yesterday meeting Arthur Green, the main man in every sense of the word, on TV3's The Bachelor.
What was immensely satisfying was that I could have been having an interview with any considerate and intelligent 20-something Kiwi guy, who was clearly enjoying a chill-out weekend with a family who obviously like the kind of guy he is.
And that's a telling thing. Families are supposed to love you and all that.
Your parents support you and defend you. But when they actually like you as a person, and it shows, you know you're meeting a nice guy. He might be the man who's kissed 21 girls on a top-rating TV show, and he might well be absurdly good-looking with a figure that only five days of gym work and a paleo diet can produce, but he's still the guy who's just organised a complicated birthday bash for his mate and now wants a decent bacon and eggs with his family at the Village Cafe - minus the bread, of course.
You can't get much more Kiwi than popping down from Auckland for a spot of fishing or duck shooting with your dad in South Wairarapa. Even his entry to the show sounds Kiwi - his flatmates nominated him for a bit of a laugh. His philosophy about the show is also pretty cool - treat it as an adventure. It was what my parents used to say to me - usually when we were about to face some adversity.