A weekly ode to the joys of moaning about your holiday.
"Cruising on the Interislanderrrrrrr, takin' my time, feelin' fine," lied the Warratahs almost 30 years ago. Maybe that's unfair, it did look like one of those "can't beat it on a good day" Wellington days when they filmed their classic Kiwi commercial back in 1990. It's just that the ad was so convincing. And so ubiquitous. I can't think of the early 90s without thinking of things like Martin Crowe's headband, Dr Ropata, Henderson Square, $34 CDs, Ruth Richardson, Roly Hei Hei and cruising on the Interislanderrrrr.
Pre-May 1993, I was an Interislanderrrrr virgin. All I had to go on was the rolling "r" TV ad with the Warratahs and, boy, did they make crossing the Cook Strait look like some sort of throw the bucket list away, trip of a lifetime, luxury cruise. I was very excited.
The occasion was my sister's wedding in Blenheim and at long last, aged 11, I was finally to be "cruising on the Interislanderrrrr". I had all the other lyrics to the country-twanged ditty in my head too, including the rousing, "I'm off to see my mother, have you met my brother? Yip, I'll have another, WHAT A WAY TO START A HOLIDAY!"
What a way indeed. To quote George Costanza: "The sea was angry that day, my friends. Like an old man trying to send back soup in a deli."