Island Life: Page 3 Boy
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Umm... look, we talked about this, and while it was entirely up to you to blog about it, I wouldn't have done it.
:)
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I can barely wait!
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David,
Free Thursday week?
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Oh, you brute! I frantically paged down through your blog to discover... no gallery for this post??
It got me thinking though. Public Address calendar? If the firemen can do it, surely you guys can do it? (Tze Ming and I will sit this one out...)
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The stuff dreams are made of. Everyone wants to see their friends naked.
Fabulous idea with the calender Jolisa, I'd buy at least 1.
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No, no:
Topless male year LAST YEAR.
That was when Hide, Harry Potter et al did it.
Let's nip this one in the bud right now...
[seriously though: good article, even though it went on a bit] -
The stuff dreams are made of. Everyone wants to see their friends naked.
I don't.
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[seriously though: good article, even though it went on a bit]
Like any good burlesque act... It's no fun if you whip it all off in the first paragraph :-)
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Sue,
Fabulous idea with the calender Jolisa, I'd buy at least 1.
I'd pay for it not to happen
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Think about this conceptually for a minute:
NAKED BLOGGERS.
These are two words you do not want to see together, let alone see the concept made, umm, flesh.
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Juha, you also recommended the Intrepid Journeys route to Warkworth.
Kate, I have a Look Better Naked class on Thursdays.
Jolisa, a review of yours appears in the same issue. I regret any diminished flow of traffic past the cover story.
Martha, Russell’s right. It would appear they don’t.
Rob and Sue, you may be dismayed to learn that the domain name nakedbloggers.com is taken. On a positive note, Graham Reid cuts quite a dash in a thong.
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Of all the topics in PA System since its inception, I do believe that this is the one that has got the biggest response for the laydeez.
Phwoar.
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It was a fugging cool journey into the heartland of Rodney, as dreamt up by a Swiss Gnome and navigated by the naked and the blogged. Chased by mad loggers without a bee to their monikers, the rash gravel rumbled underneath the car, leaving behind a toxic dust plume that caused at least five choking lifestyle block holders to sell up and leave for town that day. Then we hit that vile den of iniquity, the true hell-hole of the South Pacific, Warkworth.
Yeah, OK, next time it's SH1 and I don't care what the traffic's like.
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You know, an edit button for those of us with screen dyslexia would be really useful...
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Well, I got naked on Thursday, but that was just because god told me to. I'm not quite sure which god it was, but he was 20m tall, armed and very angry, so I thought it best to just do it.
I'm just going to assume that Damian was publicly naked at some point during the weekend, so that's three out of eight...
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Moz,
Jolisa, I'm sure that Tze Ming and you would totally make the calendar worthwhile. Without you two it would be unbalanced, surely?
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That was you? I only riffed through quickly & assumed they were doing a puff piece on Fabio.
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Russell, I wish to go on record deploring this ghastly mainstreaming of Public Address. Topless bloggers in tawdry cheesecake photoshoots, it's all a bit ... common, don't you think? Now you've got the plebeian masses, undoubtedly hepped up on Viagra-BZT-Prozac goofballs, baying for the bared flesh of your female bloggers. What do they think this is? Dancing With The Stars?
There was a time when Public Address represented all that was good about Newzild, the last intellectual outpost in a world of uncouth McGehan Closian teenagers popping their gum as they listen to iPods and flick through People magazine hoping to find more celebrity singers with their front bottoms showing. Public Address, with its relentless focus on New Zealand's coffee standards, leaky houses, and the all-round superiority of Melbourne to any of New Zealand's cities, was an island of cerebral discourse in a Tasmanic Sea of diarrhoea.
Now, however, I see you've finally succumbed to the modern obsession with 'eyeballs' and in an attempt to raise Public Address's traffic are prostituting the delightful Mr Slack in some gutter rag. It comes all-to-soon for my liking after I detected some liberal stirrings in your commentators (see my letter of the 2nd titled "He may have come from a State House but he's still One Of Us"). I just want you to know that if this decline in standards continues further, not only shall I stop reading but I shall put forward a motion at the next AGM to remove Public Address from the bookmarks of the Public Internet Terminal here at the Temuka RSA.
Signed, &c.
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Nat, I will not be surprised to get an email shortly from Russell along the lines of: "See? See?"
I promise solemnly to atone, possibly with something later in the week about John Key. Or Proust.
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Topless bloggers in tawdry cheesecake photoshoots, it's all a bit ... common, don't you think?
Unless it's Suicide Girls. I totally make an exception for them.
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Nat, I will not be surprised to get an email shortly from Russell along the lines of: "See? See?"
See? See?
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Mmm, Proust... Abs to die for. Bring it on!
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Or both: A la recherche des principles perdu.
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I'm just going to assume that Damian was publicly naked at some point during the weekend, so that's three out of eight...
Spooky. Is that like some kinda ancient mystic spidey sense you Asians are imbued with?
But no, it was the X-Air in Wellington this weekend. All the naked flesh was either ripped, tattooed and badly in need of a shower, or tanned, firm and barely covered by a sponsor's bikini... I was keeping my 30-something flesh well out of sight.
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Or both: A la recherche des principles perdu.
I have perdu more than most people have ever had.
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