Bucket List of an Idiot

About the Author

Dom Harvey is one-third of one of New Zealand's favorite radio breakfast crew.

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Brave or crazy? Dom Harvey proves that he's both by letting his friends and family set him a bucket list of ridiculous tasks
Ever since the Morgan Freeman and Jack Nicholson movie The Bucket List came out in 2008, people have been creating their own lists of things to do before they kick the bucket. No two bucket lists are the same, but each list has the same ultimate goal—to make the list maker feel like they are doing something useful with their life instead of just sitting around, writing lists, and watching Morgan Freeman movies. Dom had seen some of those lists and they looked so difficult that he wondered whether dying would be a better option than actually ticking off the items. "I am a paid-up life-member of a place called the comfort zone. People always go on about the importance of getting out of your comfort zone. Not me. Any day I can stay inside it is a good day. All of which makes it a bit odd that I decided to complete a bucket list of my own. Not just any bucket list though. This is a reverse bucket list—a bunch of stuff that I could have happily passed away without ever doing—stuff like getting a tattoo I'd instantly regret, arm wrestling a professional rugby player, and being the model for a life drawing class—and I recruited some of my closest family and friends to compile it for me. In hindsight, this was a bad idea. But here it is—my pain, discomfort, and humiliation for your pleasure."

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Bucket List of an Idiot
By Dom Harvey Allen & UnwinCopyright © 2012 Dominic Harvey
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-877505-17-1


Contents
Foreword by Prime Minister John Key,
I am an idiot ... and this is my bucket list,
Convince the prime minister to write the foreword,
Fight a girl,
Release an original song,
Go skinny-dipping with my older sister in broad daylight,
Visit a dominatrix,
Hire a granny stripper for my boss,
Get suspended from work,
Bury the hatchet (the big apology),
Kiss a celebrity's arse (literally),
Eat at a buffet until I throw up,
Stick it all on black,
Go pool crashing,
Have a midlife crisis (get Botox),
Run the Boston Marathon,
Prank my mum,
Go to a gay sauna,
Be a life drawing model,
Cross-dress,
Get a bad tattoo,
Jump off the tallest building in New Zealand,
Learn to meditate,
Arm-wrestle an All Black,
Track down my first kiss,
Ask for a threesome,
Do it on a plane,
Run the paintball gauntlet,
Have a crack at writing erotic fiction,
Write a book,

CHAPTER 1
I AM AN IDIOT ... AND THIS IS MY BUCKET LIST

Hello, my name is Dominic diot.
I am comfortable with that now. I have managed to carve a pretty good career and make a decent living out of being an idiot on the radio. So, far from taking it as an insult, I consider it a sort of compliment.
I have always been one, too. Even in the days before I went professional and became paid to be an idiot. My long-suffering parents were among the first to recognise it:
'Get off the clothes line, you bloody idiot!'

That was Mum when I was nine and probably more than old enough to know better.
We had one of those old rotary clothes lines and I thought it would make an awesome ride, a bit like a homemade merry-go-round. So I held on to one of the four arms that came off the trunk and ran until I built up a bit of speed, then took my feet off the ground, which usually gave me a couple of seconds of fun. Mum stopped the ride ... on that occasion. Eventually I was forced to retire that activity when one of the aluminium arms designed for wet towels bent and then eventually snapped.
Granddad was another family member to recognise my gift for doing foolish things:
'Dominic, stop being an idiot! Pull your togs up and sit down or get out!'

This came after an awkward incident in Granddad's spa pool when I was twelve years old. Granddad's spa, complete with artificial grass on the ground, was in