Showing posts from July, 2006

One of those days

*insert dave and the dynamos here*

beat chest

fall on floor coughing

no one said it was going to be easy, huh, theres a lot to be said for carpet

The joys of sharing

I share my flat with a Canadian girl. We have many over lapping interests, music being one of the biggest.

Its grand as she's a fan of guitar based music whereas my current listening habits / interests (have been for some years now) is of a much more electronic/dance bent.

The thing I am currently enjoying sharing is my collection and knowledge of NZ music, pushing countless Flying Nun albums on her for her digestion and appreciation and also digging out loads of old 7"s, 12"s and LP's of mine to revisit myself.

This has lead to my listening habits becoming even more random than ever. Roy Montgomery followed by a mix CD of Maurice Fulton is not for the narrow minded I would hazard a guess at but then I like a varied diet musically speaking.

Perhaps the thing I am enjoying the most is rediscovering songs and acts that I'd not bothered listening to for almost a decade, most of which I am pleased to say sounds as fresh and exciting to these ears as they ever did. Prio…

Are we doing our bit?

According to Sir Bob Geldof New Zealand is not doing enough for the world's poorest countries.

Sir Bob, 54, in New Zealand to speak at a business leadership conference, said the 0.27 per cent of gross national income (GNI) the Government gave to impoverished countries was stingy.

"The New Zealand Government, frankly, must up their game," he said.

"The pathetic 0.27 per cent that this Government gives to the poorest people on the planet... is a disgrace.

"The great shame of New Zealand is that it is the [third] lowest in the world with their generosity and this surely does not represent the spirit of the electorate."

The great shame here is for once I tend to agree with Winston Peters, from the same article: "But Mr Peters Sir Bob had got his facts wrong and the 0.27 per cent proportion was "well ahead" of the international average.

There were other aspects to New Zealand's contributions including the millions of dollars flowi…

A letter from my personal banker

"Dear Bob,

You swine. You vulgar little maggot. Don't you know that you are pathetic? You worthless bag of filth. As we say in the Campsite, I'll bet you couldn't pour piss out of a boot with instructions on the heel. You are a canker. A sore that won't go away. I would rather kiss a lawyer than be seen with you.

You are a fiend and a coward, and you have bad breath. You are degenerate, noxious and depraved. I feel debased just for knowing you exist. I despise everything about you. You are a bloody nardless newbie twit protohominid chromosomally aberrant caricature of a coprophagic cloacal parasitic pond scum and I wish you would go away.

You're a putrescence mass, a walking vomit. You are a spineless little worm deserving nothing but the profoundest contempt. You are a jerk, a cad, a weasel. Your life is a monument to stupidity. You are a stench, a revulsion, a big suck on a sour lemon.

You are a bleating fool, a curdled staggering mutant dwarf smeared richly…

Confessional of a terminal fool (part one of many no doubt)

So I was in the bank the other day, mouthing off to their customer service lady about their crap service... as ya do.

It was one of them days; you know wander up road, eft-pos some cash, buy fags kind of days or at least it should have been. But alas my eft-pos card was declined, as it had expired.

Thus into the bank I did trapse anger and malice on my mind. Friendly, helpful lady gets a earfull of my hatred of my bank - a long term condition that I feel justified in, for I bank and isn't that enough?

About halfway through my diatribe it struck me, this feels like deja vu and in a nano second my vocal outburst starting to revert back to the generally nice tones and friendly manner I usually employ as my foolishness started to sink into my mind - I'd done this before, not the bank me, I was at fault here not that I was going to let on to nice, friendly bank lady.

As she accepted my expired drivers license (I never updated to the new fangled ones, um, many years ago) to prove I exi…

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