Posts by Rebecca Williams
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ps - hadyn, my brother-in-law went to school with benson and hedges .... small world ....
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congratulations david! i have recently had a baby (he's nine months old, no matter what people say reassuringly about childbirth, nine months ago still feels pretty damned recent).
bad names - here are two as evidence that a perfectly nice name with no hint of capacity for fearsome teasing: gabrielle (gabbie)tabron. the poor girl got scabby tampon throughout primary school, shook it off by the time she hit high school, only to have it devastatingly resurrected when she was in fifth form. fortunately she was sufficiently pretty and had a well developed withering glance, and managed to shake it off again fairly quickly.
the other - lana kiss. what can you do with that? i'll tell you what - turn it backwards and it becomes anal sick. oh dear.
we also had a kid at school who had a totally ordinary name, but he wore his waistband somewhere around his nipples, was skeleton skinny with big hangdog eyes and an excruciating overbite. for reasons best known to those who made it up and hassled him mercilessly throughout high school, he was simply "trannie". poor kid.
as for ME i have been rebecca woodpecker, rebecca double-decker, rebecca black and decker ... if you're gonna be hassled, you're gonna be hassled ...
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crikey. what a lot of conversations. i don't know much about venezuela but i do know that primetime news programmes in this country are RUBBISH. given my innate laziness which translates into a tendency to try to get info from one easily digested half hour (fifteen minute?) news programme conveniently screened just when i'm flopping down on the couch .... (pant, pant) ... maybe that's WHY i don't know much about venezuela.
i'm sooooo tired of advertisements in the news. i'm sooooooo tired of bullshit american brighteners lifted straight off CNN or whatever bastion of truth and enlightenment they get it from. i'm sooooooooo disenchanted with TV3 news i'm about to give Channel One a go. now that's desperate.
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Cars are choice.
my car. It is an extension of my household
its a plain fact humans LOVE cars
To whoever said 'driving is not a right', it is.
more convenient than public transport will ever be
people don't actually NEED great public transport
you're asking a lot if you want to take my car awaycrikey, we sound like american's with guns. scary.
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ooh, i still get surprised by my mac's propensity to take it that i mean to click a button when i hover my mouse over it for too long. oh well, there's my post without a second read through!!!!!
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I should point out that my first car was a Morris 1800. Yes, a land crab. It was so uncool it was perversely cool.
me too! lmao@perversely cool. mine broke a drive shaft in the middle of blimmin' queen street. fortunately i had a tall handsome friend with me who helped push the damned thing round the corner into victoria street and over to the side where we forlornly awaited a tow truck.
indeed russell, kids would do drugs and girls (and boys) would get raped, cars or no cars. i suppose what i was trying to get to was that it's just as unrealistic to say "oh, poor yoof, leave them alone, they're just doing their thing" (public address system) as it is to say "these children are satan's spawn and should be ridden out of town on a rail!" (mayors of new zealand).
very bad shit happens at the places young people congregate, however uncomfortable it is to accept for those of us who recall our own youthful congregations and simply had a bit of harmless fun and quite a good time. for the 99% who have a laugh and a formative social time, 1% gets fucked over and i think it's these ones that need to be thought about by communities, councils, families etc when we are ranting against being woken up at 2am in the morning.
i feel a bit preachy. sorry about that.
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by the way, i wrote this little limerick about being from auckland (sorry, sorry) ...
there once was a girlie from auckland
whose compatriots thought it was dorkland
she went overseas, to escape this disease ...... and found that all the bloody kiwis in london still had the same frickin' attitude to auckland anyway, for fuck's sake!!!!!
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one thing i've heard no one mention (anywhere) are the other dangers associated with the illegal street racing scene (i refuse to propagate the "boy racer" catch-all phrase that most of the media lazily default to, in much the same way as i avoided saying "anti-smacking bill" during all that hoo-ha).
i work directly with 13-19 year olds with serious drug problems, and believe me these are the kids involved in illegal street racing. they might not own the cars, but they flock there in their droves and if you're worried about alcohol, well, i've got some news for you. alcohol is probably the least of the drugs to be worried about in this particular scene. again, i'm not necessarily talking about the older kids driving the cars, but the younger ones who go to watch / get high / get run over ......
the other issue is sexual assault. very young women (12, 13, 14 ...) are regular hangers-on and it is extremely unsafe for them. i can't count how mnay times i've sat and waited patiently for a young woman to come out and tell me that the "bad shit" that happened to her at the drag races a few months ago was getting raped in the back of a car.
this scene, like all the scenes young people are involved in, is a microcosm of society. i'm preaching to the converted, i know, but i've got to say it - no point blaming these kids for the things they get up to, because what they're doing is what the grownups do. drink, drug, fuck, fight, and drive like a fucking arsehole.
as for the 'yoof' on Campbell last night - i thought he was hilarious, and i did think he was taking it seriously. but, also in high old adolescent style, was unable to stop from grinning out his embarrassment - a major problem for adolescents is that their brain thinks everyone's looking at them all the time ... and in his case last night, his brain was right!
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awwww i loved this post! i looooooooved travelling by train in india. it was so romantic, in a dirty, smelly, uncomfortable, too hot, too cold, crammed in, rubbing-shoulders-with-the-locals kind of way. sigh. oh for my travelling days .......
"chai chai chai.... chicken lollipop .... chai chai chai ...."
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nonu = i've got the ball and no one else is having it even though there's a two tonne bloke bearing down on me ... splat (no try).
one is reminded of the mindless seagulls in "finding nemo" - mine, mine, mine, mine .....