Thursday, 1 January 2026

UNNECESSARILY VIOLENT

I watched a violent film on TV the other day. It was titled Roadhouse and was set in the Florida Keys area. The plot was corny and acting average. The outstanding feature was the relentless violence.

The Old Girl watched a violent film on TV yesterday. It was titled The Bee Keeper. The plot was corny and acting average. The outstanding feature was the relentless violence.

In both these fims the violence was glamourised. It was presented in an offhand and flippant way so as to be attractive to viewers - particularly young and impressionable viewers (and of course older and stupid viewers). There was very little aftermath shown and explosions, car crashes, shootings etc were all done 'Hollywood style'  with noise, fireworks and the obligatory 'funny' one liners from the 'hero'. Shit! It's no wonder that we have gangs of schoolkids beating each other up, robbing other kids and stomping on their heads. Their understanding of violence is not in the sickening reality of physical and psychological injury, brain damage or death but in the excitement and empowerment it brings.

Richard in his latest post mentioned that his very youg grandson is acting out the violence he sees in films and TV shows but thankfully the parents are aware and are taking steps to limit his viewing of this. Good on them. How many other parents though are aware of what their kids are viewing and what effect it has on them.

I'm sick of this mass produced violence which seems to have become more prevalent nowadays. In the old days - my time - the violence was bloodless with cowboys, Indians and soldiers taking a hit with no visible signgs of the sort of damage that results in death. This, while not being done in a fun way was dangerous in that it wasn't scary. In the 1970s, cinema became more graphic with the likes of Peckinpah, Jodorowsky et al showing violence as scary and sickening. There was no fun or Arnie-type one-liners when someone had their head or limbs blown off. Sadly this is becoming less frequent.

AI Overview

Violence in modern films is pervasive and increasing, with PG-13 movies now containing as much or more violence than R-rated ones, blurring lines between entertainment and reality, raising concerns about desensitization and aggression, yet also serving as a storytelling tool to explore themes like power, trauma, and survival, with some viewers finding catharsis or learning skills in a safe environment, though research highlights negative impacts like increased aggression and decreased empathy, particularly with realistic, consequence-free portrayals.


Yeah ... funny? 

No.

Wednesday, 31 December 2025

FUSION*

* You pick the prefix.


Richard, according to his latest blog post has been undergoing fusion.

Tomorrow I get to spend the morning in hospital for my second fusion of a new drug they're trying.  

He doesn't say if this is an infusion or an effusion but at least we know that he's got confusion covered.

I think that he meant infusion but if it is in fact nuclear fusion, should we all be worried if he morphs into another form?



"YOU'LL MISS ME WHEN I'M GONE" ...

... my mother would say to me whenever I was being cheeky to her and, she was right - I do miss her.

"When exactly are you going to Wellington?" the tennis group woud ask me when I was being cheeky to them or annoying them with devastating spin shots.

Do you know what? They miss me as said in a group text message this morning along with a group photograph of them. "We think of you often here" the writer said.

The tennis group sitting around missing me

There you go.

Tuesday, 30 December 2025

GOOD NEIGHBOURS


 

My local Catholic church will be the Metropolitan Cathedral of the Sacred Heart and of Saint Mary His Mother or, better known as Sacred Heart Cathedral. I knew it back in the day as "the Basilica", because of its Palladian architectural style. My attraction to churches of any religion is not the god nonsense and all of the arcane practices but in the architecture and the result of the better forms of this leading to a sense of serenity and sanctuary.
The cathedral is on Hill Street a couple of streets away from where I will be living so is convenient for a 'pop-in'. It's the parish church of the Thorndon Catholic parish which was founded in 1850 and the seatt of the Archbishop of Wellington.  

Apparently they are taking on new members so I should be able to join if I tell them that I was in 3P at St Patrick's college, used to be an altar boy and also a sacristan (some details will need editing) and know Robert the Mary mother of god worshipper ... no, better not mention that, theyve probably trespassed him from attending


What do you think?

Of course I'll have to visit on my own as The Old Girl would never set foot in the place and, if there is a god he probably hasn't forgiven her for buying ice cream with her Sunday School donation money back in Aberdeen when she was a nipper.

If as part of new member vetting they read this blog and decide to 'blackball' me there's always the nearby Anglican St Paul's cathedral.





Monday, 29 December 2025

TOE KNEE HAND COCK

 Yes, sorry about that. The title does read like one of those juvenile word 'jokes' that emanate from 'The Nui' like:

  • Amanda Lynn (A mandolin)
  • Anita Bath (I need a bath)
  • Barb Dwyer (Barbed wire)
  • Belle Lee (Belly)
  • Ben Dover (Bend over)
  • Doug Graves (Dug graves)
  • Holly Wood (Hollywood)
  • Justin Case (Just in case)
  • Kent See (Can't see)
  • Paige Turner (Page turner)
  • Will Power (Willpower)
  • Wayne Kerr (Wanker)
And we're better than that.

I might have mentioned it before but Tony Hancock is (was) one of my favourite comedians. His Hancock's Half Hour (radio and then TV) and later Hancock (TV) series from the 1950s and 1960s were inspired (with great writers and supporting cast). The lugubrious Hancock played the morose and depressive loner well which, as it turned out was his actual character leading him to alienate friends and colleagues and ultimately to die by suicide.

There were so many of Hancock's comedy skits, routines and episodes that resonate with life experiences. Here's one that reminds me of The Curmudgeon's experiences in blogging in a community of people who often don't appreciate the offerings:




Sunday, 28 December 2025

SO APART FROM THAT, MRS LINCOLN, HOW DID YOU ENJOY THE PLAY?



OK - a nice bit of irony there making light of a horrible event.

This of course is like reading one of Richard's posts where the horrible event - his post usually - is made light of by him with some kind of Wainuiomata joke. It would be a stretch to call it irony over there as that would normally be what someone named Ronald says when introducing himself.

Transient global amnesia is a temporary short term memory loss that occurs suddenly and is not caused by another neurological event such as a stroke or epilepsy. During an episode, the person becomes suddenly confused about where they are and what they are doing there. They may ask the same questions over and over because they cannot remember the answers they were just given. Otherwise, they are alert and seem to be thinking normally - well, as normal as someone like Richard of RBB thinks. Here's what the old TGA joker wrote on his blog this morning:


"I've decided that today is New Year's Day.


Happy New Year!
Why have I done this?
Well, why not? It's just a date.

These four dates represent the four
days I got rid of.

So, this year, 27/12/25 was New Year's Eve."


Yes, I know - transient global amnesia.

The odd thing - well, odder thing - about this is that he's not forgetting days after they happen, he's eliminating them before they happen. This requires study and I'm sure that some eminent scientists would love to check out what's going on inside his head.





Saturday, 27 December 2025

IT SMELLS LIKE CHRISTMAS

 The Christmas lillies are flowering with some of them having just 'popped out' while we had 'popped out' for a walk this morning.


I love these and used to buy them a lot for The Old Girl but for some reason they've been hard to find over the last couple of years. These came from a grocery shop on upper Willis Street. They are beautiful to look at and have a wonderful scent. The supermarket ones rarely have a scent.




Friday, 26 December 2025

BOXING DAY SALE

 We went to Noel Leeming this morning to buy a couple of fridges in the Boxing Day* sale.

The weather was and is atrocious with teeming rain which necessitated getting the car out to drive to Tory Street. It's the first time out for the car for a few weeks. We got drenched just going from a close carpark to the shop and, appropriately, the store had The Rolling stones Gimme Shelter playing!


Lovely.

We've been 'living out of' the small fridge in this apartment which is very limiting - trying to keep fresh vegetables, meats, dairy products, wines etc. in a manner that it's easy to find stuff to use. In Whangarei we kept a larger, 'spill-over 'fridge in the second kitchen to store wines and larger items and have been missing that.

With the very big discounts on offer today we decided to buy a large Fisher and Paykel fridge/freezer for the kitchen ...











... and a side by side Samsung upright freezer and fridge for the garage.


It will be great being able to select frozen meat, fish and vegetable items from the freezer without having to kneel down and fossick through the bottom drawer and to have wines and other drinks easily accessible in the fridge side.

Thanks Mr Leeming.

These will be delivered after we take possession of the townhouse in a couple of weeks.






* Boxing Day sales are major post-Christmas (December 26th) retail events with huge discounts on tech, home goods, fashion, toys, and more, happening both in-store and online, with deals often extending through January, though some sources suggest Black Friday might offer better tech deals. Major retailers like Noel Leeming, Farmers, Harvey Norman, and PB Tech in NZ, plus global stores, participate heavily, marking one of the year's biggest shopping opportunities for quality outerwear, kitchen gadgets, and home essentials. 

Boxing Day, also known as Offering Day, is a holiday celebrated on 26 December, the day after Christmas Day.  Boxing Day was once a day to donate gifts to those in need, but it has evolved to become a part of Christmas festivities. It originated in the United Kingdom and is celebrated in several Commonwealth nations. 

- Thanks Aunty Google.

Boxing Day has nothing to do with the 'sport' of boxing and has no connection with the Chineses Boxer movement as made famous in the Boxer Revolution. Some old bloggers with failing mental faculties have referred to Boxing Day as 'Bok Sing Dai', inferring that it is some sort of Chinese holiday. We wish them a speedy recovery but fear that their affliction is permanent.

Thursday, 25 December 2025

INTERVIEW # 36

 Happy birthday Jesus I guess as it's Christmas Day and reportedly the day of his birth which seems appropriate to interview one of the witnesses to this supposed event. Welcome Shepherd number one!


SHEPHERD NUMBER ONE: Yer, ta guv. How can I help you?

THE CURMUDGEON: Well Shepherd number one, you do know that it's Christmas Day and you ...

SHEPHERD NUMBER ONE: ... you tryin' to be funny guv?

THE CURMUDGEON: What? No ... I ... er

SHEPHERD NUMBER ONE: Just because I'm a lowly shepherd you think I don't know what day of the bloody week it is. I've got a mind to ...

THE CURMUDGEON: ... sorry Shepherd number one. I didn't mean anything by it I ... look, can I drop the Shepherd number one thing? What's your name anyway?

SHEPHERD NUMBER ONE: Ha - it's about time you asked that. Shepherd number one is so insulting. My name is Asher.

THE CURMUDGEON:Asher?

ASHER: Yes, Asher.

THE CURMUDGEON: OK Ash, let's start again.

ASHER: Asher.

THE CURMUDGEON: OK Asher, let's start again. 2025 years ago you were there when Jesus ... what were you doing there?

ASHER: I was abiding the fields and the sheep mate. Like, with my mates mate. I ...

THE CURMUDGEON:...Ha ha - sorry to interrupt Ash ... er, Asher but that reminds me of what Peter Cook once said in a comedy skit. I can't remember the details but he said something like "I can't abide shepherds ... ha ha ...

ASHER: ... finished?

THE CURMUDGEON: Um, yes, sorry about that.

ASHER: (Twit) You're just lucky that Zebulon's not here. He doesn't hold with you fancy-pants making fun of us shepherds.

THE CURMUDGEON: Zebulon? Who's Zebulon?

ASHER: Shepherd number two to you you sonny Jim.

THE CURMUDGEON: Oh - er, I forgot that there were more of you. Who were the others?

ASHER: Justus, Nicodemus, Joseph, Barshabba and Jose.

THE CURMUDGEON: Jose?

ASHER: Yes Jose but he was just with us for work experience he came from a place far away on the other side of the world.

THE CURMUDGEON: The Antipodes?

ASHER: No, Spain. Benidorm I think. Man, could Jose drink. I could tell you some stories about how ...

THE CURMUDGEON: ... er, maybe later Asher, maybe later. What I want to know is, at the birth of Jesus, who else was there?

ASHER: Ah, I thought you'd get around to that although no-one's asked me before. Not important enough I suppose . Well, apart from me Zebulon, Justus, Nicodemus, Joseph, Barshabba and Jose, there was a donkey, a sheep - (not one of ours), a cow, some chickens, a cat I think and ...

THE CURMUDGEON: ... Yes, yes, yes but any people?

ASHER: Well there were some angels but I'd hardly call them people. People without genitals I suppose ...

THE CURMUDGEON: ... You're sounding a bit like Richard but, carry on ...

ASHER: .. some kind of bird that had lights shining out of every orifice, an old geezer named Simon or Simeon, some pious bint named Elizabeth - a real stuck-up cow, and an old dame named Anna.

THE CURMUDGEON: Yes, yes, yes ... anyone else?

ASHER: Um, let me think... oh yeah there was someone else ...

THE CURMUDGEON: ... Yes, yes, yes, who ...

ASHER: ... A sad looking joker who was looking after the donkey. He didn't half look unhappy and was muttering to himself. Joseph I think they said his name was.

THE CURMUDGEON: Oh, and no one else?

ASHER: No, no that's it.

THE CURMUDGEON: And not another woman? A hot one? No-one named Mary Magdalene?

ASHER: Nah mate. I would've remembered.

THE CURMUDGEON: Bummer!

ASHER: What's that?

THE CURMUDGEON: Nothing. I've got to go now.

ASHER: Bloody journalists!


THE MAGDALENE

 In Robert's latest post, when I commented that I hope that Jesus forgives me for forgetting to get him a a birthday present, this dialogue ensued:



OK, there are a couple of things there that I want to touch on. The first is: Why the hell should I have to ask Mary to intercede with Jesus? Is she his bloody private secretary or is he just so aloof that he doesn't want to deal with the hoi-polloi? Why do Catholics put up with this? If he existed I'd be kicking him to touch.

The second thing is that I prefer Mary Magdalene to Mary the mother of Jesus. I mean - who wouldn't?

Mary the mother of Jesus is nice and everything like mothers I guess (and I'm not talking MILFs here) but, Mary Magdalene is hot!



I mean - is it just me?


Oh, Merry Christmas by the way.