Posts by andrew llewellyn
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and a car is dispatched to photograph your chosen address in realtime.
Or someone else's... Mouah
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Here's the go - you order the Google Drive by to a mate's house when you know they're not there, then you race down & decorate the garden with really garish garden gnomes & the like, really embarrassing shit - flamingoes, butterflies, and a sign that says "NZ Incontinence Soc Inc" or similar.
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and a car is dispatched to photograph your chosen address in realtime.
Or someone else's... Mouah
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Ha.
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You can just make out a blurry touareg
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BTW, wouldn't it be great as a first person shooter game?
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Except that link goes to the map. Oh well. That's my play for the day.
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but then I suppose a half mile cul de sac with half a dozen houses on it way out in the country isn't all that photogenic.
Might be getting to it - this rural cul de sac made it.
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Oh awesome, this has inspired me to walk down Ebbw Street, Risca, South Wales for the first time in years.
Or not... we're ahead of parts of the UK anyway.
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(google maps streetview: making boring old farts more boring since 2008)
Oh awesome, this has inspired me to walk down Ebbw Street, Risca, South Wales for the first time in years.
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AHA! So you put your feet in the boots and THEN put them in the cowpat. Now that does make sense.
Er... did I mung the link?
Cow Pats
The hardships of milking are depicted clearly by Frank Sargeson in his 1964 story Cow Pats.
"We had to get up early to milk, but we didn't think we were hardly done by. As I've said we didn't know any other sort of life. But what sticks in my mind are the seasons when our boots wouldn't be any too good... But one of my brothers found out a good way of warming his feet up. He stuck them into a cowpat that had just been dropped and he said it made his feet feel bosker and warm. So we all stuck our feet into cow pats, and after walking over the frost it was bosker and warm sure enough..."
Actually, the whole story isn't much longer than this.
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BTW, Andrew - hello, old sort-of-neighbour!
Probably at different times/decades completely. Although if you'd gone to Rata Street school & not Naenae,. you'd almost certainly know my mum.