Posts by Michael Savidge
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Being a kid-hater, and smug-as-hell about my plentiful sleep and discretionary spending, I fail to understand the appeal of spawning. I'd much rather spend the money on books...
All I ask is from those who just have to produce a kid to feel complete, is to remember that a) you are not particulary clever in having done so and b) the world does not revolve around your pride and joy.
Oh, and keep the wee shits out of public until they can be trusted to shut the fuck up.
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After days of hard slog tramping, on my first sorte to Stewart Island, me and DOC cohorts were parked up by a small fire on the most delectable shores of Mason's Bay. The sun had just set and I was off to grab the (decanted into plastic) bottle of Johnnie Walker (hey...I was eighteen and lacked both knowledge and the refinement a later trip to Scotland would impart)...
The boots had come off as soon as we hit the beach and I was digging the feel of the sand in my toes when, on my next step, I felt a good hint of pain and the feel of a chasm opening on my sole.
The effect of an upturned boning knife, buried just under the sand, leaves quite the impressive slice on a bog-wrinkled foot I'll tell ya.
No fancy radios in those days so I wash out the sand, bandage and re-insert foot into sock and boot, imbibe painkillers (Disprin for mercy's sake) washed down with most of the Johnnies and wait a day and a half for a colleague to double time back to base.
Eventually a mercy flight is dispatched from Half Moon Bay, lands on the beach and I hobble in and away we go. The doctor takes photos he is so impressed with the gash, and knits about 30-odd stitches inside and out.
The police had to follow up (due to it being of an emergency nature) and I dutifully got my name in the paper a few days later. The scar is still there and with a few nerves suffering slice-age, I have a numb spot on my big toe.
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We could always just throw caution to the wind and enact a law that results in parents who smack their kids getting a good fuckin smacking.
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It gives me the creeps!
Yeah...we know the feeling.
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Confession - I once faked being a RIU freelancer to get behind the scenes at the Apollo Bay music festival......in all fairness, I was in hot pursuit of a smoking hot mandolin playeress....
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All fair points Stephen, and I concede the logic therein. My position is that I endorse the bill simply due to its ethic.
Ideas like not hitting your kids will take a while to embed, but I'll support genuine efforts to discredit violence in the home.
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How anyone can argue against a structuralised approach to promoting non-violence within families is beyond me.
Regardless of how it is played out in individual cases, the idea is to stop using/condoning violence as a means of persuasion/correction.
Enshrining it in law means that the idea (non-violence) will be more pervasive than if left to parents' discretion.
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Colorado 1997. Log cabin in a steep-walled canyon, a river runs through it. Bonfire, with monster pot of world's best chilli con carne simmering away....magic spores abounding.
A van arrives as the moon rises. Out pours Dave Mathews and Trey and lads from Phish. Proceed to blow me far away into the starry sky.
Magic.
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I'm sure you meant erudite....heh.
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Perhaps the drug dogs are just a way for thousands of music fans to have their music festival back too - it's the Big Day Out, not J-Day :-)
The music bone's connected to the dope bone...