Posts by Rob Hosking
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Bill & Boyd & convicted murderer
Did the convicted murderer leave the group before they became famous? Creative differences I suppose.
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This is nice and timely.
Yesterday arvo the car battery got run down.
I took it down to Autocare in Kilbirnie, who we've been using for repairs for a while (and who, even without this recent incident, I would highly recommend to any other Wellingtonians. Nice people, excellent service, reasonable prices. I've been looking all my adult life for a garage this good).
They charged up the battery overnight. It charged OK: Diana from them rang this morning, said it was ready, and "I'll drop it off."
She knew we only have one car, two not-well people in the house, and it was p****** rain.
No extra charge.
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McCain would have to be looking up to Obama to look him in the eye and this suggests a submissive position.
This might be because of the legend - don't know if its true or not and I really can't be stuffed looking it up - that the taller candidate in US presidential elections usually wins.
Don't know how that worked for FDR, since he was usually photographed sitting down, but anyway....
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It had started with Deformed Rabbit,
Ah, Stephen. Quoting from the classics again.
We had a bizarre thing at View Road School (stds 3-form 2) called the Green Bag. This was the bag the strap was kept in. If you got six you got your name written on it.
It gave the whole thing a bit of warped mystique. The teacher would thunder 'Go and get....[dramatic pause] The Green Bag!' Massed intake of breath around the classroom: pupil trudges off, head down, to deputy-headmaster's office to get the weapon of execution...
Got it a couple of times, neither really worried me (and I'm not a toughie when it comes to these things).
I did get strapped when younger, aged six, for, from memory, just annoying the teacher. I was good at that. And that belting did upset me. the teacher was one of those who would apply rules depending on her mood and I think it was the sheer arbitrariness of it which got to me.
Also the sheer hurt-like-hell aspect. Both hands throbbed for ages.
I still reckon though the worst thing they inflicted on me at school was folk dancing. Oh the humanity.
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Danyl
It certainly didn't in 1984. Pissed down most of the country, most of the day.
It may have done, once upon a time, when cars were less common. Even then I have my doubts.
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I would just like to take this opportunity to apologise to any staff members of Fairfield College, Hamilton, between 1982 and 1986. While I moaned about various things at the time, I now realise how easy I had it.
I had a similar realisation when I left school at got talking, on my Polytech course, to people who had been to other schools.
A lot of them had been to those 'good' schools around Auckland and the general thing seemed to be they were set up to make the bulk of the pupils miserable.
At one point my parents had pre-enrolled me as a boarder for St Kentigerns but the slump in the beef market intervened. Having met a few ex-pupils of that school from that time, I just know I would have been very very unhappy.
My high school teachers - at Waiuku College - were in the main decent people. I wouldn't go so far to say I actually enjoyed school, but most of the time - the first two terms of 3rd form and the last two terms of 7th form excepted - I didn't actually hate it.
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A bit OT but since Rob H brought it up...did the Postie Underworld never teach you about bike pumps?
We didn't have cycles at the time. Walked it...on days I had lectures I used to run. 12kms, with a load on. Wish I was that fit again...
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urhh, that last post was s'posed to be on a different thread. I blame...oh, to hell with it, just general confusion...
I have had lots of confrontationy things with dogs, having been a postie in Ponsonby for two years back in the 1980s.
One thing I learned is most dogs have worked out that if you are reaching down to the ground you are probably looking for a stone to throw at them, and they back off.
The downside is that if they are not intimidated by this, you have just presented your neck at a more accessible height.
I had a very sheltered time of it as a 16 year old though.
You know that John Mellencamp song 'Jack & Diane' which has the line 'Hold onto 16 as long as you can'? 1ZB used to play the song in the evening about the time I would be hosing out the cowshed. I thought the line was rubbish then & still do, but it is associated in my mind with a pile of cowshit going down the drain.
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He's the blogger that keeps on giving.
My favourites were his hoax letters...the series to the Klu Klux Klan about whether Australians are white or not which ended in him demanding "Well if I can't lynch Australians, who CAN I lynch....I reckin y'all got INFILTRATED BY LIBRULS'...
Or the series to Boris Johnson inviting him to join his political party:
"The modern Conservative Party is an old man wanking into a sock... we are trying to establish is a new kind of democracy, a democracy based on press-ups. We rise at five and breakfast frugally on oats while our opponents are still slumbering like hogs. Our answer to inflation, youth unemployment and the pension crisis is the same: press-ups. England expects that every man shall do his press-ups. The innocent have nothing to fear."
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Was he the truck driver?
There was one All Black, I think a winger, around that time (late 70s) who was a truck driver and who distinguished himself by dumping a load off somewhere and driving off with the back of the truck still tilted up.
It was OK until he had to pass under a bridge....