Posts by Susan Snowdon
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A long long time ago my brother went on his OE. His hobby at the time was racing a speedway bike, but he was going to be too poor to buy a bike when he got to England, so to save on expenses he took his own bike engine over. As carry on luggage... (They let you do that in the olden days.)
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So no-one read to the end of my piece? :-(
I really really wanted to. I think I needed some visuals, maybe a map and some graphs. Or pie charts.
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One of my daughters had a plastic saxophone when she was little. Years later she played clarinet in the school orchestra. Then she didn't become a famous musician. The one who 'loved' her toy clothesline was a fanatic housekeeper by 15. And the one who owned about 500 Barbies is now at engineering school. Makes no sense at all.
the recorder to be the lowest form of instrumentation, below even the xylophone
but what about ukeleles? Aren't they all the in thing these days? And with Bob's ear for country music, wouldn't the next step up be a banjo?
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maintain(ing) the moral highground
B Jones, what you said. Derogatory name calling never won any arguments, not since I was a teenager. (And come to think of it, didn't work much then either.) Scrupulous civility can be really infuriating to someone looking for a slanging match .
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I suspect very few people were unaware of the impending parade until the news of the injunction broke. (Though Aucklanders may well have been bombarded with promo billboards, posters, etc, I don't know).
And we'd be even less aware of it (and women and children and families and men damaged and offended etc etc) if the TV news didn't shove it in our faces at peak time. That's 'news'?
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In the 50s and 60s primary schools were bursting at the seams. I have class photos of 50 plus kids in the standards. One year my class was in the school hall.The school buses were packed to the hilt too, and seemed to break down regularly. Fortunately we were still allowed to play Bulrush (the no holds barred version) while we waited for one to come back empty. But at least we didn't suffer the humiliation of the Catholic kids - a nun picked them up in a horse and trap. It seemed medieval, even then. And the martyred Christs hanging on their classroom walls (when we sneaked over to spy on them) made the strap seem a positively modern educational tool.
What I treasure about the memories of school is their intensity. What makes you remember looking at beetles under the macrocarpas? Beating up Huia Robinson? Mr Findlay singing the Ying tong song? Good or bad, they're burnt into our circuits.
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Tell me it's not true.
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You know how you can tell a good man? One who is kind to cats. Sorry about Tonka, he sounds like a nice fellow too.
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Russell, Jane Clifton says you're not a real journalist. Have you just been pretending? You certainly fooled me...
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A mother as a part of a properly functioning family
I am part of a properly functioning unit. It just doesn't have a live-in father. He lives with his next wife (no fault of mine), and I don't think us all living together would 'function properly'. Got any other good ideas??
I wouldn't like a paycut. Why would I?
because
Who doesn't want a cheaper workforce?
Logical dissonance.