Posts by Jolisa
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Ian D: perfect cover art for David's next collection, Carry On up the Avon.
I shall do my best to cater to your 'literary' needs (do you prefer men or women? I had one of each before).
One of each sounds nice, although if the water's cold, it's a bit moot. Also, the bits of the Avon I'm familiar with are barely knee deep, so you might have to use poetic licence (or some strategic duckweed) to get your characters decently submerged. Unless you are thinking of adding a few coppers to the story, in which case, Wodehouse-ho! The more the merrier.
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Danielle: polo shirt? teensy alligator? Like you'd wear to a tea partay. (The brands vary, but the appalling preppy-ness remains the same).
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Which just goes to show what a fantastic judge of talent I am.
You're our very own Simon Cowell :-) With better taste in T-shirts.
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I just completely outed myself of being of the upturned collar persuasion, didn't I. Fine! I once owned an Aertex. And chunky silver jewellery.
Pink Aertex? Fob chain? Respect!
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Also: my nana used to work at Ballantynes, in the tailoring dept. She had left before the fire, but was devastated talking about it, even decades later.
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No offence intended, Megan. I love a big old department store, myself. I'm still smarting from the loss of big Farmers in Auckland (Hector, we hardly knew ye!), and La Samaritaine in Paris, and the perversely minimalist NYC outpost of Takashimaya...
(My departmentstorophilia was both stoked and soothed by being allowed to participate in constructing this beauty last week, which had been lovingly saved up for since before Christmas).
If MAC wasn't located there, I would never go.
I came for the MAC, I stayed for the bra fitting department, and the occasional Portmeirion coffee mug...
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Fascinatingly abbreviated history of Ballantynes on the corporate website. Down the memory hole with their main claim to a spot in the history books...
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Actually, I read this not so much ROFL as SWWST (snickering wickedly while sipping tea). Very Rosamond Lehmann, somehow. Very nice. Maybe put a riverine skinny-dip in the sequel, just for me? It might bookend the fist-fight quite nicely.
Gas cooker. Chortle.
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Gasp!! I take it back about the cups of tea. This story is SO much more brutal and vicious than the previous light-hearted tale of robbery and casual violence.
My carefully repressed five years in Chch is flooding back, in an insidiously unstoppable and well-mannered way, like the Avon after a particularly unCantabrian bout of rain, or a First Four Ships matron sweeping into Ballantynes* to purchase Christmas ornaments, school uniforms, and a Portmeirion cruet to replace the one broken by a visitor from Upper Hutt.
*One of the first four shops.
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Nice tribute to the All Whites from Paraguay's splendidly named Roque Santa Cruz:
"[New Zealand] were very difficult to penetrate... We did have opportunities but couldn't finish," he said.
Erm, Emma & Megan in the house?