Now that I've recovered from New Years celebrations, I'd like to extend a warm welcome to all our readers from the team here at Queenstown.com. Inside this edition we have the poll results and the editors picks including our favourite YouTube video, websites and joke, but we have few little extras. We've uploaded photos from the cricket on new years eve, the fireworks display and some photos from Heave 2007 at The Bunker.

Welcome to the third installment of the Queenstown.com weekly editiorial, and this week it's our Christmas special. So while I have your attention, I'd like to wish all our readers a Merry Christmas from us here at Queenstown.com. So, as I did the last two weeks, inside we have the weekly favourite: YouTube Video, Joke, Cool Weblinks, and some social commentary.

Welcome to our second installation of the Queenstown.com editorial, and judging by the popularity of last weeks edition, we'll be updating this once a week. Speaking of weeks, what a splendid one we've just had. I mentioned last week that summer had finally arrived, so it was nice to see it stick around. Perfect for mowing the lawns, especially our front yard cricket pitch!

Last week's poll question asked if Queenstown gets into the spirit of Christmas, to which 67% said No. That doesn't really...

Hello readers, and welcome to our new weekly editorial. To those who don't know me, my name is Nathan and I'm the Content Manager here at Queenstown.com. My job is to keep the site updated with news, events, weather, photos, and a few other bits and pieces. Most of the news we get is in the form of press releases, but we are always happy to publish anything else that is considered news worthy and relevant to the Queenstown and surrounding area. So, if you have anything that you'd like to see published or promoted, please get in touch.

By Michelle Duff

I wake up with a start, sitting up in bed and yanking the covers off my boyfriend, who groans sleepily in protest. “Whats the time, whats the time?!” I screech frantically into the icy air, digging under duvets, books and other miscellaneous items in a frenzied search for my wayward cellphone. There it is, backlit in neon green; 7.28am. My bus leaves in 32 minutes. Pounding down the stairs I accrue a jacket, some gloves and bag of clothes, all of which I wrestle with for a couple of minutes whilst trying not to let go of my soggy toast before finally getting them into the taxi, toast unscathed. “Have a good weekend lassie, hope you get the result you want!”