OnPoint by Keith Ng

Prickly heat! Try some antihistamine and there's that powder in the red tins that seems to work.

"The solar bowl is used for cooking, they claim."

Don't be so sceptical. It works! Perfect tool to try and reduce emissions and deforestation.

http://www.chillibreeze.com/articles/SolarCookersinIndia.asp#types

As for heat rash, try your basic Johnston's baby powder.

The solar bowl is used for cooking, they claim.

Might it be connected with Wok-Fi?

I am reliably informed that the Asian Crime Wave is facilitated by a secret wireless network constructed from innocent-looking Chinese cookware.

Speaking of which: what on earth was Codders on about in her column yesterday?

That should be obvious even to an under-educated blutter like yourself - she's finally turned into an old fogey.

nobody wants to talk to her anymore...but when she chewed interviews she considered herself part of the "rent-a-quote" mob.

Maybe I am too literal.

Speaking of which: what on earth was Codders on about in her column yesterday?

Take your shit off, and perhaps the scary-arse god will tell you. Because I'll be blowed if I can figure it out. Reminds me of this lovely Peter Cook sketch with him dressed up as Greta Garbo in the back of an open-topped car, bawling "I want to be alone" through a megaphone. :)

Sorry, that should be take your shirt off - which is merely grubby instead of anatomically improbable and gross.

Toadies, but Coddingtonswallop bluttering oil seepage, no ham-wrapped infatuation and roto-tilling 35 years ago:

Rutland Weekend Television

Except not as funny.

I'm new to acerbic commenting on comments made about columnists. But I've been keeping an eye on Coddington ever since she got served by everyone's favourite Asian Crime Wave "blutter" (lovely, really, isn't it?) Keith Ng.
And I can't claim to have the faintest idea what she was on about in the lastest one. To me, it read like "ramble ramble paranioa ramble state owned broadcasting is anachronistic."
Oh, and something about Kiwi literature being crap, and Kiwi television good, and I really don't know, I kind of drifted off after a bit.

Obviously, she is worried about the underclass. And how they own flat screen TVs instead of books.

Eye-time is too precious, that's why I'm not going to read it. The whole world and it's keyboard, screen, paper, what-have-you wants these eyes and I don't give them lightly.
I always try to consider this when I post.

This is damnation with faint praise, but Coddington and Matt McCarten are a marginally more palatable than the Sunday Star-Times' answer to Dumb and Dumber - Matthew Hooten and Chris Trotter. Sorry, but when you'll print an apologia for election fraud (Trotter) followed by an equally bizarre call for a de facto coup d'etat (Hooters) you've firmly put yourself in the (to paraphrase Merc) 'not worth the eye-strain' column. Perhaps I'm showing my bias here, but I used to quite enjoy Paul Johnson in The Spectator . Even when I thought he was a full burger short of a Happy Meal, the bastard could write, construct and argument and was often refreshingly unpredictable. And that was back in the day when the magazine's masthead contained splendid writers like Alice Thomas Ellis, Auberon Waugh and Jeffrey Bernard (man whose heroic self-abuse made Saint Hunter S. look like a wimp.)