tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-176732462011-12-06T19:55:26.752+13:00If you're reading this you've obviously got too much time on your handsPhilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09992694710162920341noreply@blogger.comBlogger4581100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17673246.post-32536509240972254392008-02-06T16:08:00.000+13:002008-02-06T16:28:29.964+13:00

Waitangi DayIt's that time of the year again, our annual national whinge-fest. Skimming the local web, I see numerous bloggers kvetching about race relations. Delightful! What was once traditionally the domain of Maori has now become mainstream. Without even realising it, everyone's practicing Maori culture. Celebrate bi-culturalism! So let me join the grumpy crowd and add my unhappy 2 cents

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Not much to say, really. So, when in doubt, blog about television. I think I've found my couch-potato soul-mate. TV critic Jane Bowron picks Top Chef, Project Runway and Tim Gunn's Guide to Style as the best reality shows. Ditto all that! Ahh, a gal after my own channel-surfing heart! If she had included America's Next Top Model on her list, I'd demand DNA tests to prove we're not twins separated

Philhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09992694710162920341noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17673246.post-82278212299280504432008-01-29T21:11:00.000+13:002008-01-29T22:54:02.496+13:00

I'm bicultural and straddle two worlds. As a result, I'm bilingual. It's true! I can speak lefty. Want proof? "Smash capitalism!"Not bad, eh? Still not convinced? Ok then, how about this: "Down with the Amerikkkan industrial-military complex."Pretty fluent, huh? Impressed? Well how 'bout this then:"Dismantle the dominant patriarchal heteronormative hegemony."Oh, I'm just showing off now. My

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My new favourite TV program: Tim Gunn's Guide to Style I'll come out of the closet and confess that I love clothes makeover shows, and I never miss a Friday night date with (the very gay) Tim Gunn. Don't worry, there's no physical attraction [unlike, say, beautiful Jack on LOST - but that's a whole 'nother (homoerotic) story] but Tim's such a charming and charismatic TV presence. He could recite

Philhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09992694710162920341noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17673246.post-91770354825002694652008-01-24T21:17:00.000+13:002008-01-24T23:47:04.026+13:00

There's a meme circulating, Eight in '08, where bloggers list their 8 wishes or aspirations for the year 2008. No one tagged me, so naturally I'm quite aggrieved. Thus I'm going to spoil everyone's happy mood, pervert the meme's good intention, and spread misery and ill-will where I can. That'll teach ya! I'm gonna do a hate-meme.Know what I hate? Poms! They're bad enough in their homeland where

Philhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09992694710162920341noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17673246.post-49505310854252439972008-01-18T06:07:00.000+13:002008-01-18T06:11:23.895+13:00

Holy hip-hop!Yo! Wassup m'niggas? Just chillin' with the homies, gotta lock it down. Check it out! Are you down with that? Doncha be dissin' ma homeboys - I pop a cap in yo' ass. Just keepin' it real, dog. Know what I'm sayin'?Oh, excuse my lapse into rap vernacular, I'm practising my 'gangsta' lingo as part of a new reach-out program for disaffected black urban youth. Inspired by Brian Tamaki,

Philhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09992694710162920341noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17673246.post-41342858833221935582008-01-15T20:39:00.000+13:002008-01-16T06:24:35.347+13:00

Is there anything more self-referential than the blogosphere? The ultimate meta-narrative: blogs talking about blogs, a commentary on commentary. Does mentioning this phenomenon make it commentary on the commentary on the commentary? And if I expound on that last sentence, does it then become commentary on commentary on the commentary on the commentary? Argghh! Stop it! My head's spinning. Like

Philhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09992694710162920341noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17673246.post-2964271103208219472008-01-12T21:15:00.000+13:002008-01-12T21:37:11.805+13:00

I'm feeling a touch of self-pity tonight, and not without justification. Perusing the online speeches of Tariana Turia in The Maori Party, I was struck by the unpalatable truth about New Zealand: Maoris are oppressed. [Don't roll your eyes!] For myself, this unenviable condition is compounded. Allow me to explain. It's no secret that Maoris are reviled; we'd never win a congeniality contest.

Philhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09992694710162920341noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17673246.post-53853976156654769772008-01-10T21:31:00.000+13:002008-01-12T07:41:34.427+13:00

I feel so lovey-dovey this evening pondering the nature of love. What is love? It's that heady, intoxicating, floating feeling reserved for that one special other. My objet d'amour is Michelle Rodriguez whom I probably spend more time obsessing over than is psychologically healthy. I'd be lying if I said the feeling was mutual. She is, after all, a famous star who doesn't even know I exist. But

Philhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09992694710162920341noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17673246.post-42131386846295804702008-01-06T22:13:00.000+13:002008-01-12T21:39:13.710+13:00

It's my party and I'll cry if I want to I turn 41 today but don't even think about wishing me "Happy Birthday." I've too much to pout about being destitute with a grievously ill wife in hospital and six hungry kids to feed. You can see why I'm in no mood for cheer.Anyway, the astrologically aware will note I'm a capricorn, which is the dullest, most boring, and depressing of signs. Our so-called

Philhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09992694710162920341noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17673246.post-81159538266187508972008-01-05T19:06:00.000+13:002008-01-10T22:44:16.811+13:00

The love that dare not speak its nameInternet dating is thriving in New Zealand. Excellent news for us single boys! I've tried to meet women online, even by openly flirting here on my blog. All to no avail; the majority of comments I receive are from nutcases who sign in as "Anonymous" and leave abusive comments. Wow, there's a heap of cyber-folks who don't like me. But since I installed a

Philhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09992694710162920341noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17673246.post-1164404778928527152008-01-04T14:29:00.000+13:002008-01-12T21:41:18.508+13:00

MARINEAn absolute fireball of a movie with not a whiff of politics but plenty of fast-paced, heart-pounding hoopla. Dispensing with cliched cinematic devices (like story line, character development, social realism, etc) the narrative is simple: our hero must rescue his wife who's been kidnapped by ruthless, murderous bandits (stop me if you've already heard this plot) Mass destruction ensues. The

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I finally joined the 21st Century - or at least the 20th Century. Yes, I bought me a cell-phone. And what an ordeal over a simple purchase! The woman in the phone shop wanted to know my name, my address... and all sorts of stuff. It was rather alarming. When you've been questioned by the cops as many times as I have, you become wary about divulging personal details to complete strangers.

Philhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09992694710162920341noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17673246.post-57563201313957899112008-01-01T18:40:00.000+13:002008-01-12T21:27:59.718+13:00

Happy New Year, everybody! .... and get stuffed! Yup, you read that right. "Why the unnecessary hostility on such a festive occasion?" you ask. Well, I had a disturbing realisation: I'm a complete prick who makes enemies in all places, at all times. It's true. Every relationship I've ever had has wound up a disaster; every friendship ended in acrimony; every romance resulted in tears (and

Philhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09992694710162920341noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17673246.post-72134355586153970392007-12-30T16:44:00.000+13:002008-01-06T02:55:22.252+13:00

"Objection!" ...and other phrases I learned watching American law showsWhat do I need to do to get sued around here? In this litigous age of internet libel, you'd think my many posts - laden with insults, abuse & slander - would provoke at least one thin-skinned, vindictive, rich dude(tte) to haul me up for defamation. Yet my efforts have come to nought; not a single writ nor affidavit graces my

Philhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09992694710162920341noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17673246.post-22334222301268518362007-12-27T19:01:00.000+13:002008-01-04T16:34:22.079+13:00

Sex and violenceI'm a Bourne again fan. But first let me say: I hate Matt Damon. As one of the entertainment industry's most virulent critics of the Iraq war & the Bush administration, I loathe him on principle. Anyhow, nephew recently went on his O.E. and left tons of his stuff in storage at my house, including his DVDs. I'm overjoyed as I've boycotted Tinseltown since the war began, yet have

Philhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09992694710162920341noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17673246.post-46537768879972821032007-10-27T15:00:00.000+13:002007-10-28T11:35:36.676+13:00

Wanna be on top?Elated that season 8 of America's Next Top Model has started. Have always adored Tyra Banks and remember her modeling career first taking off. Even then she had her characteristic 'fierce' (the show's buzz-word) look. Mind you, any black woman with green/blue eyes will always stand out. I reckon her best pics evoke the spirit of Manet's 'scandalous' nudes, both "Olympia" with her

Philhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09992694710162920341noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17673246.post-57831938804776678082007-08-19T20:35:00.000+12:002007-08-19T20:38:45.656+12:00

I'm bored, so I've decided to have a personal crisis, hoping to add colour and spice to an otherwise grey, drab existence (besides, in dreary ol' New Zealand, we have to make our own fun.) Sure, some may feel it's the height of tastelessness to wallow in neurotic self-absorption online with all the world as one's witness. But if folks weren't meant to engage in undignified public displays of

Philhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09992694710162920341noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17673246.post-45274788485283416052007-08-16T21:10:00.000+12:002007-08-16T21:32:30.355+12:00

I love Top Chef. Along with 'Models' and 'Runway', it's the best reality show on TV. But "blah", "meh", and "pfft", is my summary of tonight's two finalists, Ilan & Marcel. Both of them are equally repellent dorks. It's as if France and Germany went to war; who do you root for? Does anyone care who wins? It's a shame they both can't lose.The episode itself was jam-packed with excitement and

Philhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09992694710162920341noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17673246.post-88412940917090461332007-08-14T20:23:00.000+12:002008-01-04T15:14:42.477+13:00

Desperately Seeking SympathyHelp me, lefties! This is a true story. While walking along Lambton Quay, a woman holding a bunch of Weight Watchers magazines held one out and asked: "Excuse me, would you like a free copy, Sir?" Well that's what she said, but what I heard was: "Hey you fat b*stard, if you'd try shutting your KFC-stuffing pie-hole for a change, you wouldn't need this magazine."

Philhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09992694710162920341noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17673246.post-74967627167300720672007-08-12T22:03:00.000+12:002007-08-12T22:58:56.882+12:00

It's International Hate-Speech Day. Well, not really, but I thought I might inaugurate one as a service to humanity. An opportunity to rage and fling invective without reservation, to benefit all mankind. So I need your help to spread the word, and unleash one of those frenetic bursts of online activity that snowballs uncontrollably, resulting in a massive internet phenomenon worldwide. So... are

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Cue the emo music, don the black garments, and break out the hankies. My darling Alison got booted off Project Runway. What can I say but :-o and :-( and whatever the heck the emoticon is for "white-knuckled angst and hair-tugging trauma." This is the saddest I've ever been about a reality show elimination since... umm... well, yesterday. Fate is unkind. My life is a Shakespearean tragedy, or a

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Tears & heartbreak, anguish & gloom! My two favourite cooks were booted off in tonight's double-whammy elimination on Top Chef. [sob!] Misery is my only friend. Until now, I've always felt life to be fair, but my sweetie-pie, Elia, and succulent Sam are no more; my faith in cosmic justice is both shaken and stirred. Then to pour vinaigrette in to the wound, Ilan, whose personality (and skin) is

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Pretty enough to bring tears to your eyesRemember this face? If not, it's because you probably don't watch enough reality TV - or you're just plain forgetful. This most memorable visage belongs to Jade Coleman from season 6 of America's Next Top Model. My most favourite TV contestant ever, I was gutted when she didn't win. A crying shame! My pain was slightly offset while net-surfing recently

Philhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09992694710162920341noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17673246.post-72603664148874154892007-08-04T22:20:00.000+12:002007-08-05T02:18:21.225+12:00

Project RunwayOf all the reality shows, this one showcases real talent, imo. Dressmaking is architecture; construction involving engineering expertise, knowledge of materials and their interface when acted upon by gravity, movement, physical forces and elements. A vision is conceived, planned, sketched, and ultimately manifests in 3-D. Tailors are both artisans and artists. Every week I'm awed

Philhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09992694710162920341noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17673246.post-71818469856259582412007-06-21T05:52:00.000+12:002007-06-21T06:03:14.829+12:00

After whinging about Lost like a Pom who's run out of beer, I must say, last night's epi was fantastic - the best this season. Just like old times, a great ensemble performance, and thankfully no meaningless deaths or S&M scenes. Welcome back, Rose & Bernard, and always good to see Rousseau, my favourite crazy paranoid French chick. With a little more Sawyer, and a lot less Jack-off, it would've

Philhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09992694710162920341noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17673246.post-1895914690530184712007-06-18T21:03:00.000+12:002007-06-19T11:51:04.974+12:00

What did you call me?Enough of the negative stereotypes about Maoris! I don't mind honest factual criticism, but I detest the inaccurate labels "dumb" or "lazy." I especially resent these condemnations coming from the mouths of the well-heeled with their top-paying jobs, flash houses and swollen bank accounts. Don't get me wrong - I don't hate rich folk; some of my best friends are... hired to

Philhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09992694710162920341noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17673246.post-31906880221438584372007-06-17T17:42:00.000+12:002007-06-18T00:07:56.531+12:00

If you don't mind me saying...It's Sunday. What is a day of rest or worship for many, must be a truly uncomfortable time of the week for libertarians. Have you noticed how prickly and hostile they become at even the merest hint of anything religious. I've met some hyper-sensitive individuals in my time, but for heaven's sake! (a figure of speech - in case libs get offended) it's gotten so bad, I

Philhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09992694710162920341noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17673246.post-61818885856264571502007-06-14T22:52:00.000+12:002007-06-14T23:01:50.960+12:00

LOST that loving feelingI've never before grown to hate a formerly-cherished show as quickly as I have LOST. This season has been an irredeemable disaster replete with bad writing, wretched exposition, absymal dialogue and pathetic plotlines. A major disappointment has been the revelation of The Others. Previously (on Lost) they were scary, menacing presences. Stealthy and stalking,

Philhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09992694710162920341noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17673246.post-68421835885137722432007-06-13T21:40:00.000+12:002007-06-13T22:41:26.052+12:00

Sweet...What does it say about the state of our TV when the commercials are more entertaining than the shows that interrupt them? The quality of ads these days is unsurpassed. Current fave is the one for yahoo.xtra featuring those two Sweet Young Thangs gazing longingly before engaging in a milky, delicate smooch. Perfectly executed, unlike the ghastly overdone slobbering to which we're

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Childcare ChallengesHello again. Like the phoenix arising from the ashes (or should that be "a zombie emerging from the grave") I'm back. Apologies for the lengthy hiatus. Real life has been dominated by a plague of pesky relatives and their progeny needing assistance; babysitting, kids' homework, and assorted school dramas. I suspect that Maoris' earlier mortality rate is actually mother

Philhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09992694710162920341noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17673246.post-33447322302166279842007-04-24T22:48:00.000+12:002007-04-24T22:53:01.130+12:00

Wish I could report that in my absence I engaged in acts of lofty humanitarianism -- such as saving pristine rainforest villagers from evil development companies, or establishing free medical centres in overcrowded ghetto slums -- alas, the truth is far less glamorous. I've just been 'flat out lazy' (which is like normal 'laziness' but with extra vigour & vim). Not, however, without good cause.

Philhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09992694710162920341noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17673246.post-6217376469210873982007-04-13T19:02:00.000+12:002007-04-13T19:04:49.351+12:00

Aren't 'chew' lucky?A news morsel from Taiwan. In Taipei, a veterinarian, mistakenly thinking a crocodile had been tranquilized, was stumped when the hungry reptile severed his forearm. I'll go out on a limb here, and say that I can't really blame the crocodile - I like Asian food, too. In gnawing pain, the zoo worker was rushed to hospital where surgeons were able to successfully reattach the

Philhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09992694710162920341noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17673246.post-3272623001864499902007-04-09T15:00:00.000+12:002007-04-09T17:30:58.396+12:00

Lessons of EasterBecause of the screwed up Easter scheduling, I missed America's next top model AND Supernatural. I know Easter's an important date on the Christian Calender, but my Friday night TV was RUINED. Crumbs! Couldn't the Romans have waited just one more day...? That might sound rather blasphemous, but luckily, through Christ's sacrifice -- commemorated at Easter -- I am forgiven. Indeed

Philhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09992694710162920341noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17673246.post-30278226020255358272007-04-05T20:40:00.000+12:002007-04-05T21:37:02.098+12:00

My endlessly adorable 7 month nephew has become slightly less loveable since the wee fella began teething. He's not happy about it - nor I. One word: "decibels." Many an ear-drum shattered parent knows exactly what I mean. The good news tho', is he'll soon be eating solids and partaking in life's true joys: steak rinds, pork crackling & chicken skin.That is, unless society succumbs to fat-phobic

Philhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09992694710162920341noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17673246.post-56815716997250002452007-04-03T05:29:00.000+12:002008-01-16T00:58:28.029+13:00

Here's looking at me, kid! It's not easy being beautiful. People always dismiss me as a mere pretty face incapable of higher pursuits, like fostering peace or healing the infirm. But that's simply untrue: hostilities cease as belligerents are spellbound by my good looks. Plus I'm so handsome I can cure lesbianism. So I am a force for good. Yet everywhere I go wreaks a trail of dropped jaws,

Philhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09992694710162920341noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17673246.post-19745467371272669022007-04-01T21:14:00.000+12:002008-01-10T22:45:38.784+13:00

Blogs of noteA couple of blogs recently discovered that are worth checking out.1. The Blog Herald: devoted entirely to info, articles & links about blogging. Informative & thought-provoking stuff there.2. All Men are Liars: One of the many blogs at The Sydney Morning Herald. Blokey and delightfully un-PC. Touches on intimate, everyday, or problem issues. Kinda like the chatty sections of Women's

Philhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09992694710162920341noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17673246.post-47486308676652981972007-03-31T16:57:00.000+12:002007-03-31T17:04:50.416+12:00

Give me an "O" Give me a "U" Give me a "C"Give me an "H"The New York Times reports on the mounting toll of accidents incurred by cheerleaders as their ever ambitious gymnastic aspirations come tumbling down - often head first. As Emergency Rooms swell with soaring numbers of patients, the skyrocketing tally of injuries threatens to hobble the sport's reputation. Opinion is fractured with

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Eat, Drink, and Be Merry......for tomorrow we wake up and go, "What the *!@#% happened to my wallet?"I've fallen ill just reading about the cost of boozing in some London hotspots. Beverages guaranteed to make you queasy with a mammoth sized headache, and that's just paying the tab. One ritzy joint charges 25 bucks for a glass of champers. $25!! Help, I'm feeling woozy. $25?? I hope that comes

Philhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09992694710162920341noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17673246.post-82537442018780761712007-03-26T20:56:00.000+12:002007-03-26T21:14:26.528+12:00

Annoying prat of the month:My niece & nephew are staying with me. Their school dentist rings up and starts nutting off at me about the poor state of their teeth. I don't suffer bellicose fools very well, so I tell her flatly exactly where she can shove her drills & injections, and hang up.Paranoid suspicion of the month:Fearful she'll retaliate by unnecessarily torturing niece & nephew on their

Philhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09992694710162920341noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17673246.post-79207847498669440372007-03-24T20:02:00.000+12:002007-03-24T20:43:24.735+12:00

Woe is me! While my friends all enjoy connubial bless, I sit here alone on a Saturday night without even a date. Why I'm still unwed remains an inscrutable puzzle. So I've decided to use my blog to charm & lure potential brides since I can't afford to join an online dating site (as all my spare cash gets splurged feeding an incurable gambling habit).About you:My perfect woman? Well, beggars can't

Philhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09992694710162920341noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17673246.post-89423328309074192782007-03-22T16:07:00.000+12:002008-01-07T21:22:53.879+13:00

Michelle - ma belle...D'ya think it's normal for a middle-aged man to develop a huge schoolboy crush on a TV actress? Picture it: a lonely old man driven near-mad fantasising about some remote, unobtainable object of love that will never be. Rather sad and pathetic, isn't it? Hmmm. Well anyway, it's not me. But I've got this, umm... 'friend'... and his wild infatuation with Michelle Rodriguez has

Philhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09992694710162920341noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17673246.post-8177085207529628312007-03-20T20:44:00.000+12:002007-03-21T00:27:56.349+12:00

The GoodBlog of the month award goes to: Welcome to the Asylum. Again, the Aussies prove their superiority to anything this side of the Taz'. Were cyber-slanging an Olympic sport, the green & golds would undoubtedly waltz off (Matilda-style) with all the medals. Caustic kiwis can't compete; our rabid right-wingers seem tame & lame next to these ornery Ockers. One chap there, Tiberius, writes with

Philhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09992694710162920341noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17673246.post-27321241225830825422007-03-19T12:49:00.000+12:002007-03-19T12:51:53.485+12:00

A man flying British Airways was mortified to find a passenger in his row had already arrived at her final destination. Mr P. Trinder was moribund at the grim discovery his fellow traveller, a woman in her 70's, was in fact a cadaver. When he expressed his grave disquiet to the airlines, he was left cold at their response:"[they] dismissed his concerns by telling him to “get over it.” Stiff luck!

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My final post: the sequelYes, this is all sounds rather deja vu, I know. But the plan to have dual blogs has hit a snag. Just realised you can't have two completely separate blogspot blogs using just one username/password login. Both blogs share the same profile - if you edit one blog's profile, you simultaneously edit the other. Drats! I wanted two entirely different blogs: different names;

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My final postAll good things must come to an end, so I regret to inform you that this shall be my very last post on this blog.My last serious post, that is (ya didn't think you could get rid of me that easily, did you? Hardly! I'm like a vermin infestation: pesky, revolting and hard to eliminate.) But I've been pondering: the NZ blogosphere is generally, imo, quite sober & serious. There are, of

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Hoorah - a common sense clinician! A Christchurch psychiatrist suggests dispensing with post-traumatic stress counseling and getting drunk instead. Buy that man a beer! Alcohol is much cheaper, quicker & far more fun. I would never spill my guts to a therapist; a complete stranger whom I neither know nor trust (although I don't mind pouring my heart out to a bartender). And I'm very paranoid

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Good news for us big boys and the anti-anti-obesity campaigners. A Boston medical study suggests chubby chaps are 42% less susceptible to suicide than leaner lads. Makes sense to me: I'd contemplate ending it all, too, if ever condemned to a lifetime dietary regime of mung beans, lettuce and celery stalks. We fuller-figured fellas have too little time to be plagued with worry and existential

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Is anyone else as sick as I am of constantly being implored to 'celebrate' various causes? Y'know, like, "celebrate diversity!", "celebrate biculturalism!", "celebrate women's week!", "celebrate gay week!" Celebrate this, celebrate that. Oh, for heaven's sake! Can we cease all these endless festivities! Not meaning to sound like a prim, prissy party-pooper - and I do enjoy a good time as much as

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Jockless Abnormal Feminised Asexual Sissy-boysFrom the "I'm so NOT surprised" files. A study shows that 25% of Auckland men shave their legs. I guess the remaining 75% so lack testosterone that they never sprout hairs anyway, rendering razors redundant. Here's hoping they give their womenfolk depilation tips. During my stint at Akld university, Every Single Female in my classes & tutorials

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The Labour Dept & Tourism NZ trying to entice Aussies to come live here in Godzone. Shouldn't we instead attempt to stem the flow of kiwis emigrating across the ditch? Unbelievable that over $500K has been wasted on a doomed campaign to attract skilled and educated Australians to work in NZ. Considering the number of Ozzies who actually fit those criteria, that's about $100K spent per potential

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It's time for a good whinge. I've been of such great mood lately (so unlike me) and quite frankly, all this joy and rapture has started to depress me. I need a decent moan & a bout of unhappiness to cheer me up. I do, indeed, have sound reason to be upset. My awful bank has been sending me 'hate mail', bleating about defaulting on my credit card payments and threatening all manner of monetary

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Ellis vs AliceI never used to hate lawyers until I had to hire one. After a long-winded spiel in legalese to the judge in which she effectively pleaded "guilty" on my behalf, I was furious to have spent hundreds of $$ when I could've just said "guilty" myself and saved a whole heap of cash. Now I despise them almost as much as journalists. When a lawyer gets hit by a train I send a condolence

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A friend once remarked that when she was pregnant, she soon became acutely aware of other expectant mothers everywhere. They suddenly seemed to stand out like glowing beacons, whereas beforehand they had passed by unnoticed.A similar thing happened yesterday when I took my new nep' for a stroll to the shops in his pushchair. I became hyper-conscious of being surrounded by babies and toddlers in

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judicious jounalistsA big hearty cheer for both Kerre Woodham & Deborah Coddington - both of whom I've mercilessly slagged off before (oops! sorry!) - for their support for the NZ police! Both have helped mitigate my intense loathing for our media. Writing about (many of) the anti-male, anti-police protesters last week, Kerre questions their lack of faith in the justice system:"Presumably, [they]

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What's happened to my favourite show!? I missed last week's epi (ate too much dinner, lay down on couch and when I awoke, it was dark and cold except for the cat lying on my stomach trying to claw my guts out). So I was devastated tonight to learn that Mr Eko got killed by the black smoke monster. Whaaat? Oh, no - he was one of my faves! How can you not love a phoney priest cum drug-dealing

Philhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09992694710162920341noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17673246.post-5559361752549054102007-03-07T21:55:00.000+13:002007-03-07T22:39:45.981+13:00

I've become an uncle again [eyes brimming & lips quivering]. Yay, me! Sister & bro-in-law have adopted his niece's baby, so now I'm the proud matua of a 7 month old, blond-haired, blue-eyed Pakeha boy - and he's adorable. I'm all squishy and gooey. I know many (most?) parents, grandparents, aunts & uncles think their baby is the cutest, sweetest, most special little angel - but they're wrong...

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Sad news that veteran journalist Frank Haden has died, aged 77, in Wellington. I loved his Sunday Star Times columns for their exacting pedantry and willingness to question lazy, bullying orthodoxy. Frank embodied 'old school' reportage when journalists had prestige and actually challenged agitprop and institutionalised dogma.Most of today's propagandists scribes are mere stooges for various

Philhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09992694710162920341noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17673246.post-19812140067786321522007-02-27T22:38:00.000+13:002007-03-11T22:37:39.254+13:00

bigger is betterStill haven't come down from the weekend's kapa haka buzz. The videos are on endless repeat at my house until I've got all the words and actions down pat. I love Te Matatini competition, one of the very few times where Maoris take centre stage WITHOUT a police officer, social worker, WINZ officer, radical protester, mealy-mouth politican or condescending academic in sight. A rare

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Ka mihi atu ki a Whangara-mai-Tawhiti!Congratulations to performance troupe, Whangara-mai-Tawhiti, for winning Te Matatini (a.k.a. "the Maori Olympics"). As an East Coast boy, I'm stoked the best kapa haka group in the country - indeed, the whole world - is from home. Ka mau te wehi! (yee-friggin-hah!) Hats off to Derek Lardelli for his vision, tireless energy and indomitable will; the driving

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LOST totally rocked last night! One of the best episodes ever after last week's dull, excruciating pilot. Just what we needed; bountiful lashings of soap, violence and intrigue. And so many "OMG" moments!omg - Sun cheats on Jin with Jaeomg - Sun gets caught by dadomg - Jin must kill Jae for dadomg - Jae kills selfomg - Sun pregnant with Jae's child? omg - Can Jin understand English?omg - Sun

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clueless clairvoyants"On 2 February, 1998, the Psychic Friends Network filed for chapter 11 bankrupty protection, and not a one of the more than 11,000 professional 'psychics' on the payroll saw it coming."LOL ~ random internet snippet found aimlessly surfinghear hear!Coup leader, Frank Bainimarama, to ban Helen Clark from Fiji. Now there's foreign policy to support. I'd like to ban her from the

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Goody, goody. All excited over LOST season 3 about to start. Tonight's first episode is about Jack. Wonder whether he'll cry? No doubt at one stage he'll emote, yell, and screw his face up in a big tanty. He's an interesting character. In American TV-land, the doctor sits Zeus-like among the pantheon of roles; the most prestigious career and polar opposite to the similarly lucrative, yet

Philhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09992694710162920341noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17673246.post-18656887266225005352007-01-28T09:59:00.000+13:002007-01-28T12:05:45.404+13:00

tanty timeKerre Woodham puts on her 'angry' face today, in a tedious spasm of outrage demanding the CYFS-watch blog be shut down. Our media, the so-called "voice of the people," want to stifle any public opinions they deem distasteful or disagreeable. When did hacks become censors? 'Journalist' Kerre reproaches bloggers for their anonymity: "most of the nasty little people contributing to the

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Happy Birthday Oz!Wishing all Australians a festive day! For reasons unexplained, I always thought Oz day was January 1st [could be NZ's education system: dunno bugger all but my self-esteem's sky high]. Whatever. Cheers Ozzies, wherever you are! Yes, it does seems odd - unpatriotic almost - to wish them well. After all, if there's two things we don't like, it's Ozzies and Aucklanders (and poms,

Philhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09992694710162920341noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17673246.post-26690849097626281142007-01-24T20:49:00.000+13:002007-01-27T23:57:03.299+13:00

Spread the word!Our Govt is desperate to shut down the CYFSwatch blog critical of social workers and the Ministry of Social Development's deep dysfunctionalism. Go, the bloggers! If there's one thing I'm hand-in-hand in with the libertarians (perish the thought), it's free speech. Viva la internet!Random thoughts:* I'm leaping on the blog-wagon and linking it, as a passionate believer in

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when posh people partPaul McCartney to pay Heather Mills $91 million in bitter, protracted, high profile divorce settlement. Someone's laughing all the way to their lawyer's office. Maybe it's compensation for having to listen to those gawdawful songs he made with Wings. In my opinion, Heather's always been a cold, scheming, conniving huckster who ruthlessly targets vulnerable wealthy widowers

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Malaysian misanthropyA survey reveals that 55% of Malay muslims dislike Australians. And here I was thinking we had nothing in common with islamic countries. A worrying statistic, admittedly, but let's not panic yet - there's plenty of time to convert the remaining 45%fashionable FarsisIran had its second fashion show for muslim women on Wednesday. Who would've thought your all-encompassing tent

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bloggers booze bluesBlog drinks tonight here in Wellington. Apart from being too broke, too tired, too disinterested and too apathetic, I've got no reason to go. And anyhow, I'm not the chatty type (unless you consider monologues 'chat'). Conversation? Ackk, I can't even be bothered responding to folks kind enough to leave blog comments. Truth is, I'm socially incompetent - thus, the blog. Were I

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"One in three girls are raped or sexually abused," is the ridiculous incendiary announcement of Kylie Tippett, a 'rape prevention educator' unleashed upon our schools to 'educate' youth. Kylie is yet another dangerous peddler of outrageous manufactured claptrap. Her specious numbers are not supported by Police or Justice statistics. Kylie's ilk is responsible for so much febrile feminist

Philhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09992694710162920341noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17673246.post-22110649788024144952007-01-09T20:50:00.000+13:002007-01-09T21:32:33.268+13:00

Hey Kiwis! Enjoying your summer, basking in glorious balmy weather?Liar!It was my 40th birthday last Saturday, an opportune time for reflection on the past 4 decades. Shall we list my memorable milestones and admirable achievements thus far?Umm... er... let's not!Anyhow, it was my worst (read: "most sober") birthday celebrations to date. The good thing about having staunch Baptist sisters is that

Philhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09992694710162920341noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17673246.post-16036581062101047632007-01-05T20:15:00.000+13:002007-01-05T23:45:24.109+13:00

The first moaning rant of the year2006 in politics - too depressing to think about. We started the year with a struggling leftie Govt plus a resurgent right-wing opposition......and ended up with two left-wing parties. Initially, I was excited about National's new leader - younger, fresher, handsomer, with a rags-to-riches resume. I'd hoped his plain, flat, nasal accent (less alienating than

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Rare momentsToday I experienced something I've not felt in a long, long time... sunshine. Wellington's weather was actually fine. Well, hello summer! [bit friggin late arriving] All of which cheers me tremendously, hence some happy news for a change. The Poms actually do something praiseworthy (believe it or not!)An exceptionally talented 14 yr old English chap becomes the youngest person to make

Philhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09992694710162920341noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17673246.post-41950678745577729192007-01-03T16:37:00.000+13:002007-01-03T22:25:09.504+13:00

Things I won't be saying in 2007# The good thing about Helen Clark is... # We need another law to ban...# My, what a pretty Labour politician!# Oh, those poor Palestinians# Yumm, that vegetarian meal looks delicious# Wow, this Ayn Rand book is really starting to make sense# What I like most about Australians is...# A sophisticated Maori intellectual view would posit that...# Turn up that rap

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mainstream muslims?A Herald poll on Kiwi attitudes to islam shows that:47% DON'T believe muslims are part of mainstream NZ41% DO believe muslims are part of mainstream NZ12% undecided / don't know / refused to answerMy opinion? Mmm, how can I put this politely....May as well just come out and say it: "I don't like rag-heads." Just a teensy averse to forced clitorectomies, arranged marriages,

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New Year's DayGawd, I hate Helen Clark.There. Thought I'd start the fresh calendar on an honest note. Should really be chirping "Happy New Year!" with festive, giddy glee - but if you're looking for upbeat feel-good saccharine-laced sentiment, you should be watching Tony Robbins ads instead. We should all be grumpy, last year was terrible - a real 'dog' as Chinese astrologers would say - with but

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exemplary executionsSaddam Hussein is dead. The NYTimes reviews the monster's life and catalogue of terror. What can you say but "Good riddance, you ****!" I'm delighted with Iraq's efficient judicial procedures. Despite their other failings, as an avid admirer of Capital Punishment, I'm deeply impressed with muslims (and Commnist Chinese, for that matter) when it comes to garbage disposal. Lotsa

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I'll drink to that!Scientists discover brain's amazing recuperative powers enabling grey matter to heal itself from damage caused through long-term excessive alcoholic consumption. There's hope for Winston Peters yet!banishing bluesA contraceptive pill has been designed that promises to end female misery. Wow! Wonder what it contains? Cyanide? For men, there's already a device to alleviate

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Awards 2006Most Loathesome TV Personality: Chris TrotterAs if it's not bad enough that radio, newspapers and internet slavishly broadcast this shameless lying Labour apologist's excretions, but could we please keep him off our TV screens. What a revolting TV persona: an epicene mincing queen. I keep expecting him to shriek and wave his hands about, like a big gay hairdresser. Does TVNZ really

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quitting queenVacilating transsexual Labour MP, Georgina Beyer, announces retirement from parliament (again), and ponders - a la Hillary Clinton - a possible run for Wellington's mayoralty. She's got my vote; anyone but Kerry, our current mayor. Actually, no - anyone but Auckland's mayor. What a disaster! Y'know, some people complain about women politicians being unfairly targeted for criticism

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cantankerous columunistsKarl Du Fresne joins msm journalists Deb Coddington, Fran O'Sullivan, and (that pompous, bloated, tired, over-rated, over-exposed, effeminate commie) Chris Trotter, in deriding bloggers. I do love Karl (he's my second favourite grizzly old grump behind Garth George - long live irascibility!) but I suspect his antipathy towards bloggers is due to the growing impotent

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pitiful patriarchsProbably being terribly uncharitable here, but I can't resist jeering at this non-story about a hocum study by bird brain researchers. Today's gender-equity outrage: Men are marginalised as Parents.In our post-feminist age, where even males can be needy victims, helpless fathers feel 'excluded' by natal services that focus on women. Well, gee! I thought pregnancy & childbirth

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lunar landmarksNASA to build a scientific base on the Moon. That is so cool! Although they're unsure what astronauts will actually do there (which isn't so cool). But another great leap for mankind, anyway. The project to be funded by the budget currently allocated to the space shuttles, set to be retired in 2010 (so I don't know how they're gonna get to the moon and back... but I'm sure they'll

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light & fluffy personals* My nephew, a firefighter, is volunteering to pose for next year's (2008) Fire Service's 'beefcake' calendar. I support the service (and my nep) to the max. But the thought of my own family member as a 'sex object' sits very queasily with me. Yecch & Ewww! Don't know how relatives of adult-movie stars cope.* Acquired the "LOST" series 2 DVDs and been giving them a good

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Back againIt's freezing here in the Capital. Weather's crap. Heaps of rain & wind gusts between bleak outbreaks of cloud patches. Ahh, summertime in Wellington! Love the long daylight hours, though.I'm starting to think our national propensity to socialist spinelessness stems from lack of sunlight being so close to the pole. Seasonal Affective Disorder en masse. Deprived of the sun's life-giving

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the last lapAustralia's greatest Olympian, Ian Thorpe, pulls the plug on his spectacular swimming career at tender age of 24. The list of enviable achievements includes:11 world titles5 Olympic Gold medals13 individual long-course world recordsI respect your decision, Ian. You've given so much to your sport & country. 'Enslaved' by a gruelling sports machine since age 8, everyone deserves a 'life

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magnificent moving mountain movieStill recovering from last night's film, Alive, the true survival saga of a rugby team from Uruguay, whose plane crashed in the Andes mountains. Only 16 survived. After more than 2 months cooped up freezing and starving, 2 men set out across the treacherous snowy ranges - in makeshift mountaineering gear - to seek help. Miraculously, they succeeded!Despite an

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Antipodean antagonismHaven't bashed the euroweenies for a while [slipping, slipping]. Here goes...Our socialist try-hard Prime minister, Helen Clark, wants to snuggle up closer to the big guns of totalitarian state control, the European Union. She reckons:"There's an appreciation in Brussels that New Zealand is the most like-minded country on earth to the EU.. we need to look at a way of

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Fighting crime with oestrogenOur pink fluffy Police Commissioner wants cops to wear anti-violence ribbons for 10 days until the United Nations International Day for the Elimination of Violence Against Women. Gee, it feels safer already. Wearing a ribbon won't stop men hitting women. Excuse my cynicism, but there are already laws against that, yet violence continues. You'd think an experienced

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disaster du jourMaori & Pacific Islanders doomed to diabetic extinction by Century's end, says an 'international expert' in Brussels. [I guess our crime & welfare levels ought to plummet, then huh?] Extinction? Whatever? They were singing a similar sad song back in the 1880s, where naysayers sought to "smoothe the pillow for a dying race." Wishful thinking, if you ask me. I don't trust the

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feminist fibbersTwo health researchers refute Families Commission claims that domestic violence is primarily the province of men battering women and children. Professor David Fergusson believes the commission....is being guided by an ideologically driven model that assumes on a priori grounds that domestic violence is a male problem and that female-initiated domestic violence does not exist or is

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witch huntAnother ex-cop falsely accused of rape by a psycho-liar. Why should the accuser get name suppression? This is her third nasty unsuccessful attempt to smear him. The nutcase has stalked the guy for 16 years. Her name should be broadcast to warn the public a vicious insane slanderer is on the loose. The guy was cleared 10 years ago, but his case reopened on Helen Clark's insistence during

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The bad news for pro-BushiesBritney Spears to divorce homely, talentless, charm-free husband. Finally, she sobers up. This is only her... what? 3rd divorce? at age 24. Don't worry, Brits, you're still my fave skanky pop-ho (and prez Bush's most globally famous supporter). The other bad news for pro-BushiesDick Morris on the terrible results of the US midterm elections with some historical

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A drunk & his money are soon parted...Rip-off frog booze merchants to offer $2000 bottles of champagne. Quel obscene! You'd need to be piste ('scuse my french) to pay that much. Sorry alco-snobs, you're being swindled [in my humble, Chardon-guzzling opinion].

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Looks like I flunked Blogging 101, broke every rule. At least according to one chap & his 10 TIPS for good blogging.[via instabloke]1. Provide an autobiographyI'm a hapless suburban nobody somewhere near the South Pole. Life is crap. Need I say more?2. Provide a photoYou sure 'bout that? My blog's ugly enough already. And I'd never be that cruel to strangers.3. Use descriptive posting

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Good Heavens!Christopher Monckton is a global warming agnostic who disputes many of the outragous claims made by the UN's Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change. He cites major flaws: figures fudged; facts distorted; contrary evidence ignored; and not only exposes the UN (again!) as a bunch of corrupt liars and thieves, but refutes many supposed scientific facts the climate change cult claim

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Record-breaking robberyIf you thought the Stern Report was a pile of expensive dribble, you aint seen nuttin'. Jackson Pollock - the New York abstract painter whose most famous works resemble the messy aftermath of a paint-flinging fight in an art class - has the last laugh at his multitude of sneering critics. His painting, No. 5, 1948, sells for a record $140 million ($NZ 207 mil). A mountain

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It's late, I'm insomniac. What to do? Why - a blog meme, of course![via Ruth]Do you like the look and the contents of your blog?I wish I could widen the text field. It's pointless having empty space between text & sidebars. Content? Blah blah blah blah blah. There! I've succinctly summarised the whole blog.Does your family know about your blog?Everyone, including all the cuzzies. I've tried to

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Retail rabbleSydney, Australia! World renown for its sun, surf, and shopping. But customers at a Myer's store got more than they bargained for. The public loos there, a meat market, where hives of homosexuals exchange, umm... "goods and services." How hair-raisingly horrible! I'd be extremely put off by visiting a public toilet...... and finding an Australian floating around inside. Then again,

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Happy Birthday Adolph!! Have a good one!Hope you enjoy a day of fun, feasting, festivity & whanau!...plus the odd adult beverage or two ;-)Enjoy! And have one for me!ps- Being Halloween, I thought posting a photo of Helen Clark might be appropriate - but that's probably just a wee bit too scary! :-)

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