(Z)OODLES OF SOCIAL HISTORY

This morning I left with The Old Girl but in Cuba Street when she turned right to walk to work I turned left and walked through Te Aro, Mount Cook, Vogeltown, Berhampore, Newtown and home. It was a fairly substantial walk with a few steep hills thrown in so I was tired when I arrived home.

On the way I spied a few things that are social history and that could become part of a The Curmudgeon's Tours itinerary in the future.

Do you recognise this house in Mount Cook? It was the scene of quite a few social gatherings in the 1970s.

In Finnimore Terrrace, Vogeltown I discovered where one of Richard's blogging identities lives.

Liardet Street Vogeltown was where I grew up.

In Berhampore I rediscovered the house that Shelley's elderly relatives almost bought back in the 1960s.

All up it was a walk of about 12kms - a bit more than I intended and I managed to hurt my broken toe again when I took a tumble down a bank at Berhampore golf course. On the positive side though I found two golf balls! I've left these on the kitchen bench as an offering to The Old Girl but I suspect that this will be as wanted as a dead mouse that a cat brings into the house for its owner.

in Tory Street I called in to Moore Wilson's to pick up some supplies for dinner - I'm making prawn zoodles and spaghetti with chilli and lemon. Yummy. You might be wondering what a zoodle is though and, before I read the recipe I'd never heard of them either. Zoodles are long, thin strips of zucchini that resemble pasta or noodles.

Unfortunately Moore Wilson's didn't have any despite that fact that its website advertises packs of them so I bought a couple of zucchini instead which I will peel in to narrow strips. I bought some nice prawns though. The dish will go well with a glass of Villa Maria Hawkes Bay reserve chardonnay.

THE DISAPPEARING GOON

 Not this: THE DISAPPEARING SPOON

Robert the discontented bobsled (or something) - a member of this blogging community is a bit like someone's elderly and demented relative who wanders away from time to time. Just when you think he's fallen down a hole or been eaten by feral cats he turns up again, a bit worse for wear but essentially the same - that is: addled, confused and ever so more Christian which I guess is the same thing.

Robert keeps deleting or parking his blog with posts disappearing from time to time - sometimes temporarily and often - forever.

Robert seems to think this is funny but, to the many, a few some of the readers, this is very annoying. I mean, why bother crafting a clever and witty riposte in the comments section, or something that Richard might write if it's not going to be left for posterity for future bloggers to read?

When I revisit an old post of mine to copy the link if relevant into a new post, I look at the comments made at the time of the earlier post. If Robert has previously commented, when he deletes his blog his comments disappear as well. Often his comments are so bizarre, racist, sexist, anti LGBQTist or disturbingly religious that Richard and I comment back to him. When his initiating comments go up in a puff of smoke then our responses stand out in isolation like a ship in a dried up sea.

Sheesh!

OK, YEAH, I'LL PROBABLY JOIN THEM

Yes, I did go for a walk this morning - thanks for asking.

I walked with The Old Girl along the wharves to her place of work and continued on along Waterloo Quay and then Thorndon Quay and back to Cuba Street - 8kms. I was checking out a place to cross the railway lines from Thorndon and found steps that go up to the pedestrian area and walkway that connects the 'Cake Tin' with the railway station. This will enable me to walk from Hobson Street, along the wharves to Oriental Bay and from there to Evans Bay - a pleasant walk I plan to do frequently.

On our walk we both complained about and remonstrated with, dickheads who rode their bikes and scooters way too fast in between the pedestrians. What's wrong with these fuckers? Why don't Wellingtonians complain and lobby the council?

When walking along Thorndon Quay I spied and entered an E-bike shop and talked to the owner about suitable bikes. After complaining about the cyclists, The Old Girl and I discussed the possibility of buying bikes once we get settled in the new place. The guy was very helpful and suggested some ideal bikes for us:

We might do this as I noted the safe bike lanes on Thorndon Quay and the very sensible separation of  lanes for cyclists and lanes for pedestrians on the Oriental Bay and Evans Bay footpath.

We would be careful and considerate when riding among pedestrians on the wharf though. Honest!

"THERE IS NO FUTURE IN ENGLAND DREAMING ... GOD SAVE YOUR MAD PARADE"

 I went for a walk along Oriental Bay Parade to Evans Bay today (8kms). It's a nice walk on the flat and will be my 'go to' walk twice a week in the future (a bit further from Hobson Street). I'll get the bus back from Evans Bay or Kilbirnie.

As I said, it's a nice walk but not in a southerly wind. Brrr! I'll have to check the weather forecast before leaving - particularly the wind direction. To make things worse, halfway along the Evans Bay side it started to rain so I got soaked by Wellington's finest - ice cold rain blown in from Cook Strait.

Along Oriental Bay Parade I spied a house where a group of us from Victoria Universitygathered one afternoon to have some beers and to irreverently 'welcome'  Queen Elizabeth II, the Duke of Edinburgh, Princess Anne and her husband Captain Mark Phillips, and Prince Charles, the Prince of Wales. Queenie attended the Commonwealth Games in Christchurch and the then New Zealand Day events at Waitangi. This was in February 1974. We gathered on the balcony of this house ...

... to watch the royal prats slowly go past along Oriental Parade. Fortunately none of us threw anything more solid than a few catcalls and raspberries so we were not - 'detained at Her Majesty's pleasure'.

I don't remember, and probably didn't know then whose house it was - probably a student flat.

I TOLD YOU IT WAS A GOOD IDEA

 

You actually read it here years ago when I wrote a Curmudgeonly Inventor post about this idea.

Unfortunately I can't find the post - maybe the nifty Nipponese deleted it when they stole my idea.

It was similar to my instant cooling idea, see: HERE

You see, it pays to read my posts.

BAD ROBOT ...

 BAD ROBOT MUMMY MAD

I admit that it's clever and the technological advances in robotics and Ai are interesting but, like most technological advances things rapidly get dumbed down.

I'm already sick of the Ai imaging and artificially created videos that are polluting the internet and it's getting so you have to check the credibility of anything written or screened now to ascertain its origins.

I started to watch a new Netflix series last night. This is a Western tiled The Abandons. As it has a good cast and directorial 'chops' I decided to give it a go. This 'go' lasted all of 5 minutes because most of the filming was Ai generated pap. Sheesh! It was worse than reading one of Robert's posts.

HANDEL'S MESSIAH TWO

No, Handel didn't create two Messiahs. 

We're going to the 2025 performance on Saturday night at The Michael Fowler Centre.

When talking it over with The Old Girl the other day and her asking when we last saw this performance I said that I thought it was last year.

Fuck! It was actually 2020 - 5 years ago. See: HANDEL'S MESSIAH

 Time flies - or it certainly seems to at my age.

"CAREFUL NOW"

 

Let me see if I got this right:
Robert is on the left, TC is on the top right and Richard is at the bottom.

The bloggers no doubt are all preparing for Christmas. There was quite a bit of sinning throughout the year but according to Robert a quick wash up of the souls will make everything OK.

Fortunately I've bought a house in the cathedral area of Wellington with St Paul's Anglican cathedral just around the corner and Sacred Heart Catholic cathedral a couple of streets away. It's like having  neighbourhood laundromats or carwashes where I can get a scrub up or two before the big day on the 25th.

St Paul's

Sacred Heart

Robert said in his blogs, that are a bit like the disappearing spoon, that he has scrubbed up his soul already, not that it was very dirty - just a smudge here or two.

I'm not sure how Richard will fare in the old scrubbing up exercise as I don't think he knows where a church is. Maybe he could use one of these:

Remember to keep away from sinning after the soul wash or, if you couldn't help yourself, to turn your soul inside out so the churchy people won't notice. They're not very bright after all.

HOBSON'S CHOICE ...

 ... but in this case a good one.

This morning after walking with The Old Girl to her place of work I continued on from Lambton Quay to Hobson Street. I wanted to check out what the walk is going to be like for her on a daily basis from home to work. I also wanted to explore the Thorndon area and check out the side streets.

I was very pleased with the walk - not too steep and quite quiet traffic-wise other than Murphy Street which feeds off the motorway. The Parliament grounds are nice - quite serene really and I can see myself spending time there in the future. It's interesting to see, by the flags on display, which visitors are there. There is always activity as well. The security guys were putting up traffic control barriers for some arrival. A protestor chap came along and set up a double sided sign protesting GMO and the proposed Gene Technology Bill. One of the security guys came over to him and they had a long discussion that ended with them shaking hands and the protester packing up his signage and going away. From where I was sitting it looked quite convivial - something not to be seen in American politics.

I'm going to enjoy watching the events and look forward to going to the public galleries of the debating chamber when the House is sitting. From there you can watch the MPs answering questions, debating the issues of the day, and voting on legislation. It's better than Robert's Mass any day.

Yesterday we signed up for Thorndon Medical Centre which I discovered is just around the corner from where we are going to live. I was surprised at how easy it was to enrol as I thought that there was a squeeze on GP registration at the moment. I was also surprised at how quickly we were able to get appointments having been used to month-long waits in Whangarei.

The streets are tidy and well maintained as you would expect with the embassies in the area, top-notch schools, Cathedrals (Anglican and Catholic) and the fact that it is the Parliament-precinct.

I talked to a traffic warden about parking and learnt that Hobson Street has all residential parking which means that by having proof of residence and payment of an annual fee of $199 we will be able to park at any time of the day. I note that the current owners always seem to use the carpark right outside the townhouse and use the garage for storage. We will be able to do the same and, when victors come they can park in or right outside the garage and we will use the residential parking spots of which there seem to be plenty. It's a quiet street as well.

I believe that we have made the right choice.

YELL COUNTER

 The more observant reader will have noticed the addition of a new feature to the right of this blog. This is the Yell Counter.

Keep an eye on this as, depending on events, it will be updated daily.

This morning I walked with The Old Girl to her place of work (actually she made me do this) and back to get my daily walk kms in - 4km this morning. It's a beautiful day and we walked along the wharf walk to Customhouse Quay and Whitmore Street where her office is located.

This was before 8am and road and pedestrian traffic was light making for a very pleasant walk. All too often though our way was interrupted by some dickhead scooter and cycle riders who rode far too fast amongst the walkers. Why would they do this instead of riding on the road? Because they are c***s I guess. I had to three times yell at them to "slow the bloody fuck down there are people walking here" etc. but they ignored me.

This prompted me to create the yell counter. No need to thank me.

I'll head out again later and maybe take the ferry to Days Bay. Richard no doubt would call this Day's Bay and Robert, Daze Bay.

Chow!