Posts by Jolisa
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You mean:
Holey Sheet: Voters of Paraparaumu-Raumati Community elect man who etc
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Holy crap. I just followed your link,Kyle. Where to even start with that one?
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Wahey! Looks like it's OK if you import the sticky brown stuff in small quantities, as long as it's for "personal use"!
Just discovered another use for my hoodie today: excellent antidote to bad hair after swimming at the Centennial Pool. And the dry Canterbury air had been doing such great things for my coiffure.
No luck on the jeans front, either. Emma, I weep with you! Who is designing these things and on whom are they modelling them? There's enough space at the back to stuff a toddler down, very handy if you're out with a toddler and without a pushchair, but deeply unflattering if you're not. (The bright young thing in the jeans shop referred me to a seamstress who apparently specializes in adding darts for a small fee. It's a conspiracy!)
And the ones that do cling to your hips do so at such a low tide that I wouldn't pass my own decency test. Although I did notice that the very wide legged trou come pretty close to being the bottom half of a zoot suit. Bring on the riots!
Sigh. I think the universe is just telling me to wear skirts for a while.
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As a footnote, we were with Daphne in a pub in Weston-Super-Mare one day when she and Mr Daleaway decided to try out the quiz machine together.
Oh, the happy memories of biking around Chch with the University Challenge gang, looking to rob those no-armed bandits, then going home with pockets heavy with $20 in 20c pieces. Which was a lot of money in those days.
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No crabs caught, David. Bloody tippy boat though, albeit gorgeous in an antique sort of way - were you hiding behind a willow, waiting for us to fall in?
Really spectacular day for it, too. You call this winter?
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While I'm at it - Rachel's, Craig's and Danielle's posts had me wondering what, if anything, the deregulation of clothing imports has done to street fashion. Genuine DMs were indeed incredibly rare and to be lusted over. I still remember getting my first pair of hand-me-down real ones, all wrinkled and broken in by the previous lady owner.
And yes to the dandy-skinhead comment. If anything, the South Auckland mods were even more codified and erudite in their sartorial practices and musical preferences. Beau Brummels, every last one.
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And as for Ron Mark; funnily enough I hadn't even heard of him until Russell's post. It took me a while to put two and two together when I saw the name on the office next to the loo upstairs from the bookshop, until I realised he was the hoodie hater! Except for his own fine products, of course. Nice catch, that.
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By the way, Paul, great suggestion about the hokey pokey. My cheese and pineapple hedgehogs have always sat there forlornly. Mind you, not sure if they'll be letting us bring sweets to school for much longer.
Also, international week happens to take place while we're away, thus branding "New Zealand" as "the home of those lazy buggers who brazenly take their holidays while school is in session." Oops!
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Rowing? Or paddling from the Antigua boatsheds? Many a happy hour spent, etc ...
A happy half hour, anyway. We rowed, in the shallowest, tippiest boat it has ever been my nervous pleasure to crew with an enthusiastic six year old and a squirmy two year old. But we stayed dry. The ship's baby got a bit too wriggly after 20 mins upstream, so we returned to harbour and traded in the remaining time for a paddle boat.
Gorgeous day for it, though.
As for Nat:
I can't hear "It's what's under the hood that counts" without thinking "clitoral".
Now I regret chopping out the paragraph where I mused on the link between the psychic appeal of hoodies and the phenomenon of (male) circumcision. (I don't think it works in NZ, anyway?)
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Off to row up the Avon at the behest of the good Drs Haywood... I trust you lot to work the government stroke and keep the discussion alive while we re-enact Swallows and Amazons.