Anecdotes!
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| A Smile that Lights up a Room! | 12 Jan 09:55 |
| Tiffany visited my house twice in Burlington, Ontario on her
travels between Gwynn Valley and Britain. Apparently there
were some "issues" with the bank (overdrafts I think!), and I
was so concerned about what she was going to do. I will
forever remember the nonchalant but cocky twist of the head
and the big smile and she said, "I wrote them a lehttah."
(letter) Only she could get away with this.
I also remember Paula talking about Tiff's 21st and when
someone got up and asked for everyone to put up their hand
if they had ever been in an accident with Tiff, everyone in the
room put up both hands! What a gal! I wish I could see her. | |
| Submitted by: Gayle Hampton (friend) | |
| This one time at band camp... | 02 Dec 10:53 |
| I’ve been friends with Tiff for quite a few years now. We went to the same secondary school - St Dominics College in Henderson, famous for educating fine young Catholic women and the odd heathen, non-believer. As I am 3 years Tiffany’s senior, I was one of the cool sixth formers that Tiffany, Lesia, Andrea and company idolized, they were lowly turds (third formers). I can’t remember Tiffany (she of course remembers me…) I probably sent her to the back of the tuckshop line a few times or told her to shut up on the bus, who knows… I do remember a few stalker type incidents with the younger students. Can’t be sure who they were but you get the drift…Anyway, a few years later I turn up at Teacher’s College and I’m in the same year as Tiff and Andrea. They still seemed so young as they’d come straight from school, whereas I’d been working as a hostage negotiator in the Middle East for three years, no really. Our time at Teachers College flew by with the highlights being the toga parties, the pool parties, the pub crawls and the Friday night’s at O’Neils in Newmarket. Occasionally we learnt about children, spelling, clapping, skipping, stuff like that, whatever…. Miracles happen and we all graduated and went off to respective schools to serve our time as Beginning Teachers. After two years of educating the masses we were fully registered and a big group of us booked our one way tickets to London. YEE blinken HAA. Life was good, so very, very good. We all got jobs supply teaching and earning big bucks, this was necessary for Tiff who spent half of her income on hair products. Tiffany lived with Paula the whole time we were overseas which was a good thing – for Tiffany. I did a stint flatting with them in Chiswick. It was a two bedroom apartment, I had my own room and Tiff and Paula shared a room.During our time in this flat and also at camp in the States I got to know my friend Tiffy even better. Tiffany remains one of the most genuine friends I have, always willing to listen, has fantastic advice, is fun and funny and a great singer and dancer. I can only recall one time she thought I was full of rot and totally refused to see my point of view. It wasn’t regarding one of our constant debates on the Catholic Church and transubstantiation nor the proliferation of mullets and burnouts on the roads of West Auckland. It was about class and culture and high society and carrots. One day Tiffany was preparing a salad and I noticed she was cutting carrot rounds. I commented that my brother Wayne was a really famous chef and NOBODY ate carrot rounds anymore, that was SO eighties. Carrot STICKS were the new black. She looked at me with total contempt in her eyes – ‘You are not serious Tracey?!?’ Oh, but I was! I got more and more pig-headed about the whole thing and so did Tiff. That night I went to bed thinking we had agreed to disagree. I pulled back the sheets and jumped in and there they were, a hundred bloody carrot rounds sprinkled in my bed…………….. Tiffany 1/Tracey 0. My only disagreement with my darling friend to date, not bad I figure. (Tiff was that you stalking me back at school?) | |
| Submitted by: Tracey (Writer friend) | |
| Anyone Own this Bag? | 27 Nov 21:47 |
| One afternoon Tiffany is travelling home on the Underground after
another challenging day supply teaching in London. This is pre-
terrorist days (as we now know them), however safety tips and
warnings are a constant on the London Underground. A regular being:
Never leave your bag unattended!
This very afternoon Tiffany spots a green roll bag in the middle of the
train. She keeps her eye on it, noting people around it coming and
going but the bag remaining. Eventually she can stand it no longer.
She rises and in her commanding school teacher voice addresses her
fellow passengers, "Excuse me, is this anyone's bag?" She repeats
herself a few times receiving only negative responses. She now feels it
is her duty to take action so as the train pulls into the next station, she grabs the attention of a nearby platform attendant signalling to the bag claiming'this bag appears to belong to noone and may be carrying a bomb'The attendant quickly removed the bag to the platform.With a sigh of relief and feeling like a dutiful and proud citizen Tiff was just about to sit back down as a foreign woman approached her looking both confused and panicked. Pointing to the now empty space where the bag had sat she asks in broken english, "You see my bag,
you see my bag?" As the train doors shut and the train pulled away from the station Tiff looked at the woman helplessly..... Oops, you were only doing your public duty, Tiff -
I'm sure she found her bag, even if it was in a thousand pieces thanks
to you and the London Bomb Squad!! | |
| Submitted by: Paula Hannah-Snowball (Friend) | |
| Keeping the Nuns on their toes | 27 Nov 20:48 |
| I have many happy & hilarious memories of my years at St Dominic's
College that involve Tiffany. One such time involved a 'road runner &
coyote' style chase around the school. The 'road-runner' being our
bonny Tiff & the 'coyote' taking the form of a very annoyed nun who
will remain anonymous. The scene is set in the Artroom. Suzy, Rika &
I are peacefully painting away, chatting to Mrs Baker (our teacher) when
suddenly, like a wild hurricane, in bursts Tiff. "You've got to hide me!"
She cries, "I'm being chased!" As she is ducking behind a table, we
inquire after who is chasing her. "Sister ......., I have to hide. She can't
find me," was the reply. We thought is was fabulous & were very
willing to assist our unfortunate friend, however Mrs Baker was not so
sure. She explained to Tiff that she couldn't hide in the Artroom, just
as a black & white sillouette was approaching from the door had Tiff
entered. We quickly ushered her out another door and resumed our
positions, painting. In burst the nun, hot in pursuit of Tiff. "Have you
seen Tiffany Halloran?" She interrogated us. We all innocently shook
our heads, including Mrs Baker (bless her), while keeping a very
straight face. So the nun raced off after her in the opposite direction.
Sadly there is no happy ending to the tale, Tiff was eventually caught,
and bravely faced up to her punishment...which was usually a
detention. There was never a dull moment at St Dom's, as long as Tiff
was around. Its a shame the teachers didn't always get our 'good-
spirited, harmless fun'. The irony was both Tiff & I went on to become
teachers ourselves. XOX | |
| Submitted by: Lesia Walliss (partner in crime) | |
| A Conspiracy! | 27 Nov 07:22 |
| Not only does Tiff have dad's driving skills but they are also partners in crime! After Tiff's first operation Darren and us sisters took turns staying the night with her. On my rostered night Tiff had a major toilet blockage, not caused by Tiff - or so she said. Anyway Tiff had had many visitors this particular day and Dad had not had a chance to spend time with her. As I was going to be there all night I suggested that they might like to spend some father/daughter time together. Whilst I was out of the room they formed a PLAN. When I returned Tiff innocently suggested that we could swap rooms, if she used the room next door she wouldn't have to walk too far to the bathroom. Fortunately I already knew the nightly routine incuded a jab in the stomach (which Tiff hated), to stop blood clots so I was slightly suspicious. When I walked further into the room I noticed Tiff's hospital id on the floor! "Oh no" I replied, "I'm onto you two, I'm so not having that jab in the stomach for you!" I picked up Tiff's hospital id and asked "Were you going to wait till I was asleep and whip this on me?" We all cracked up laughing imagining the nurses coming in and me protesting they had the wrong patient. No matter what the situation Tiff always maintains her sense of humour and thats what I love about her! | |
| Submitted by: Amanda (sister) | |
| The real reason why Tiff is the way she is!! | 25 Nov 22:47 |
| All of us Halloran girls have been thinking about the Tif Tales and think people should know the truth about how Tif got to become this wonderful, funny person. Our father Tony Halloran has alot to do with it let me explain why!!!!
Lets go back in time to primary school. Us Hallorans, also known as the Smellorans (by some mean boys,not deserved mind you but you know how kids like to rhyme). Anyway us Hallorans lived in Howick and we went to the local primary school 'Star of the Sea'. Our father was a quiet very hard working man, serious and very practical and really was oblivious to what other people thought, he always went about his own buisness in a quiet manner.
Anyway this one day our Dad was going to pick us up from school we were all quite happy about this even though our car was kinda embarrasing being an old blue cortina, but it did mean we did not have to walk home the two miles which was the norm!!.
So our Dad was parked outside the school waiting as promised for us, so we all piled into our little cortina. Then came the bad news. Dad said " Ok girls slight problem the car has got stuck in reverse but dont worry i've got an idea!! we can just drive home backwards!!"
We all looked at each other shocked as the situation sunk in, " but our friends will see, people will laugh at us" we all cried mortified. But our Dad looked slightly annoyed and said "would you rather walk home" "yes " we all cried. But our Dad would not have it " Dont be ridiculous" he said ,"we will be home in five minutes". He then proceeded to drive backwards up the road. In a daze I could see all of our classmates pointing and laughing. We all pushed ourselves down in the seats as much as we could. Our faces were burning humiliated moaning to each other " oh my god, oh my god ,how could he do this to us". People would of thought it was hilarious a little ,blue cortina with a funny little man driving backwards though the streets of Howick. True Story!!
Mind you this is only one incident out of many thanks to our Dad. Dad we couldn't see the funny side at the time but now when we get together we get many of laughs from it. Thank you for just being you i think we all agree it was character building and gave us all a sense of humour xx
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| Submitted by: Gina Halloran (sister) | |
| Tiffany's built-in Alarm Clock! | 25 Nov 22:44 |
| This is two camp tales, that I'm not sure Tiffany is even aware of ?!?
In the summer of 1995 (both our 2nd summers at camp), for close to nine weeks straight, I didn't need to wait for the camp BELL to wake me up at 8am in the morning. (Tiffany's various morning cries of, "Rise and Shine" and "Alive Awake Enthusiastic" had the ability to wake half the camp, not just her cabin, and were LEGENDARY... you go girl!) But this particular summer, my bedroom was above the dining hall and like clock work (was it really 6am), I would wake up as soon as Tiffany bounced into the dining hall below to greet the early morning 'coffee and tea drinkers'! I'd all but fall out of my bed, such was the level of her morning vocal greetings(!) For the first few days I remember reaching for my pillow to cover my head, but then I grew to love it and forced me to be a bit more of a morning person. I'll never forget it, and I don't think I ever shared it :)
And the reason Tiffany was always up so early? Well it was a pretty well known secret (is that a secret then...), that Tiff liked to get down to the Showerhouse and wash and blowdry her air (even on adventures!!!) and then make her way back into her sleeping bag before her campers woke up! Now that's dedication to good hair, and I was impressed! Everything you and your Kiwi Comrades did was hysterically funny.
Tiffany your infectious smile, happiness and cheekiness is what makes everyone love you. | |
| Submitted by: Lois (in Queensland) (Friend (Gwynn Valley)) | |
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