Monday, 28 February 2022

IT'S HERE - Post #84 of 84

 Richard pleaded for no more gardening posts in an email he sent me today:

"Wise words to all Peter. Now you just need to work on the standard of your blog - no more gardening posts please."

Well, I agree with the 'wise words Peter' comment but the gardening comment didn't resonate. It's either that or geopolitical commentary, atheistic reasonings or anti-anti-vaxxers diatribes. Believe me, gardening posts are better.

I posted earlier about us getting a retaining wall put in at the roadside: HERE and HERE



We've had it all arranged and the fence builder was supposed to start this morning.

The Old Girl received a text from him first thing apologising that he wouldn't be coming as he and his crew are in isolation because one member has tested positive for the Omicron variant of Covid-19. The job will be put off for a few weeks. Bugger!

This kind of brings this Omicron thing close to home and, with over 13,000 new positive cases a day it's not surprising. I'm glad that the gardener is staying away. We take it seriously and get pissed off with the fools who've given up and say silly things like "it's just like a cold" and "we'll all get it soon anyway". I treat this Omicron as seriously as the Delta and earlier variants. The long term effects are yet to be shown but the 'Long Covid' being talked about by people in the know - surgeons, heart and lung specialists, scientist setc and not the anti-mandate, anti-vax idiots - all say that the 'Long Covid' will likely have very serious implications for our health drastically raising the risk of heart attack, stroke and respiratory illnesses.


I'd rather trust the person wearing a stethoscope rather than the one wearing a tin-foil hat.




BEYOND A JOKE

 


This Wellington protest is getting ridiculous. The government, Wellington City Council and The Police seem incapable of upholding the law as it applies to everyone and, in the interest of 'peace and low disruption' are letting these idiots away with just about anything including plumbing in their own toilet system.

Sewage down the drains

Protesters have built two fully functioning toilets at the corner of Hill St and Molesworth St which Wellington City Council has now confirmed are flushing into the city’s wastewater sewer network.

“This is clearly an illegal connection – however given the volatility of the situation in the area around Parliament we have been advised not to put the health and safety of our staff at risk by the police who are managing the situation on-site.

          - Stuff 28 February 2022.

I've got a fair idea that the council would be on the rest of us like a ton of bricks if we put in illegal plumbing in our own homes let alone in public places.

This situation is starting to take on the look of a shantytown that would normally be seen in the poorer areas of South Africa, Asia or South America.






Sunday, 27 February 2022

NEW POST - THE RELIGIOUS CURMUDGEON

 

FOR ROBERT AGAIN





SEPARATED BY AN ABYSS OF IGNORANCE

 

KYIV, UKRAINE

WELLINGTON, NZ

One lot of demonstrators are living in the 'real world'.

Can you guess which?


"Truth and reality are one, but separated by an abyss of ignorance.
Ignorance that dwarfs the vastness of Oceans and deserts.
Reality is plain to see, relieving the naked truth.
But my eyes cannot bear to look,
and my mind unable to accept it,
so I cover it with garments of deception,
fashioned after my misperceptions."


From the poem 'Truth and Reality by Shehamul Manji.


Saturday, 26 February 2022

HEROES

 

HEROES - DAVID BOWIE

"We can beat them, for ever and ever
Oh we can be Heroes, just for one day" *

 * I copy and paste this with the deepest respect for the heroes on Snake Island in the Black Sea who defied a Russian invasion force and died for their bravery. Yes, they were heroes on the day but their exploit will be remembered forever.


NDTV reports it like this:
Thirteen Ukrainian soldiers, who were asked to surrender by a Russian warship, were killed after they refused. They instead asked the Russian ship to “go f*** yourself”.

An audio clip of the incident has surfaced on social media during the Russian invasion, and has been carried by many publications. It carries a warning from a Russian warship to Ukrainian soldiers defending the Snake Island in the Black Sea. After their refusal, the warship opens fire in which all 13 were killed.

The Snake Island is strategically located on the southeast border of Ukraine, which was attacked by Russia on Thursday. It was approached by two naval vessels, according to reports in Ukrainian media.

According to the transcript of the audio exchange, one of the Russian ships contacted the outpost on approach. 
“This is a Russian warship, I repeat. I suggest you surrender your weapons and capitulate otherwise I will open fire. Do you copy?” the Russian ship said.

In response, one of the Ukrainian guards is heard saying, “This is it." He then appears to ask fellow guard, "Should I tell him to go f*** himself?”

The other guard tells him, "Just in case." The Ukrainian soldier then bluntly responds, “Russian warship, go f*** yourself.”

Another short video from the incident, which is doing the rounds on social media, shows two soldiers on the same Snake Island live-streaming it. These soldiers are outdoors and wearing military helmets.

Soon a gunshot is heard, and one of the soldiers is heard yelling. The video ends abruptly.


"Russian warship, go fuck yourself" will go down in history just like the classic "Nuts!" as said to Major Wagner of the 47th Panzer Corps by Brig. Gen. Anthony C. McAuliffe acting commander of the US 101st Airborne at Bastogne in December 1944 when the Germans called on the Americans to surrender.

"December 22, 1944

To the German Commander,

N U T S !

The American Commander"
When the Germans asked what 'nuts' meant they were told it means 'go to hell' or, as the Ukrainians would have said 'go fuck yourselves'.





" ....... MUST BE SATURDAY."



"Randwick bells are ringing

Must be Saturday"


We've been living up north for 13 years now and, at the end of our street, on the parking area in front of our community hall a dog school convenes every Saturday morning. From our bedroom we can hear the sounds of happy dogs playing and learning and we know that it must be Saturday.

It always reminds me of one of my favourite songs - Paul Kelly's Randwick Bells.


It's another of the things I like about living here and long may it last.




Friday, 25 February 2022

NEARER MY GOD TO THEE*

 * This crossed my mind when I was having a dip this morning. I did some more paving work, spreading lime chips and then, when it got too hot went across the road and into the water. As I floated about I thought how nice it was and what a wonderful run of good weather we are having. It's not the concept 'Nearer My God To Thee' that's silly as nature is great and it's nice to have the opportunity to appreciate the best of it. It's the 'god' thing that's silly.

As I floated on my back, looking up at the sky I saw a vapour trail from an aircraft and the saying' 'Nearer My God To Thee' suddenly took on a sinister connotation. What if that was a Russian long range bomber coming to bomb me? Me! All because our government has threatened Putin with sanctions over Russia's invasion of Ukraine.

When asked for comment on the invasion of Kiev, Robert The Most Unchristian Catholic Guy said:

"I'm in disbelief why anyone, apart from those living nearby, give a toss. I'm concerned with the health of my wife. Earning enough to pay the bills. Keeping up my daily prayers. Saving enough to pay my taxes.
How do people find time to be concerned with these minor events in another city?"



 

Wednesday, 23 February 2022

PROGRESS REPORT

 I got up early (ish) this morning to do some more paving work before it got too hot. 

I managed to bed down the last three paving slabs on a 10:1 gravel/cement base and line them up with the other seven before the sun made things uncomfortable.




 I'll go into town tomorrow to buy some crushed stone or shell mixture for putting between the slabs.

I did a bit of calculation (arithmetic not calculus) - although calculus is designed to deal with problems where variables change with time and for solving practical engineering problems - to determine the quantity of shell that I'll need.

I measured the total length of the area and multiplied by the widths of the sides. To this I added the sum of the areas between each paving stone. The total came to approximately 4 square metres. I measured the depth that I want the shell or stone to go to which is 3 cm. Multiplying this by the 4 square metres gave me 0.09 cubic metres. It's hardly worth taking the trailer into a builders yard to ask for 0.09 cubic metres of material so I'll buy it in bags from Bunnings or Mitre 10. They have bags of the stuff but are measured in litres e.g. 15 litre bags. I converted my calculation of square meterage to litres (multiply by 1000) giving me a requirement of 90 litres. Dividing 90 by 15 means that I'm going to need 6 bags of material. I'll buy 3 bags as a starter to see how I go.




I was 'boiling hot' so went in for a swim. It was great.When I got out I told The Old Girl that I'd been in for a dip.

"Yes, I heard you" she said.

"You mean the gentle swishing as I glided through the water?" I queried.

"Mmm, just like Aqua Man" she answered.

I felt well chuffed until I realised that she was being sarcastic. Bloody Aqua Man. If he's so bloody good why doesn't he swim in the Olympics?


I told her that I'd finished the 'bedding down' of the paving slabs and we could now fill in with stone or shell mix.

We had a little conversation:

Her: "They are even?" 

Me: "I've got a spirit level"

Her: "Yes, but I know you. Are they even?"

Me: "I looked up on the internet. Paving slabs need to settle so exact measurements at first are unnecessary".

Her: "What website did you look up?

Me: "Cowboybuilders.com."

Her: "Harrumph!"




Monday, 21 February 2022

IRONY

 Like many others I'm pissed off at the goings on in Wellington with anti-vax, anti-mandate and anti-just about- everything- else protesters camping out on Parliament grounds, making a real mess and behaving like idiots. I'm also pissed off at the weak response to this from Government, Wellington Council and the Police. They should have immediately removed the tossers on the first day as soon as they contravened standing laws by camping out on the government grounds.

Now we are waiting for a response from the Police that will be violent and will play right into the hands of the organisers who probably hope that a baby gets bashed. Arseholes!

The cartoonist Slane has created some great cartoons on this but the latest, in the NZ Listener really nails it:



What better way of locking up this feral lot in a cage than letting them do it to themselves.


Cheers Slane!

NEW POST - THE CURMUDGEON'S AGONY AUNT

 


WHY DO YOU SAY THAT?




Saturday, 19 February 2022

GETTING THERE* - PETER THE GARDENER

 * The more cinematic aware readers will see that title as a reference to that excellent Hal Ashby film Being There.

This film is well worth watching

I'm not like Chance the gardener unfortunately, or certainly not in terms of horticulture but I could give him a run for his money on naive political observations.

Anyway,  I did some more work on the pathway this afternoon and levelled off the base (remember that I have a spirit level now) and laid the weed-mat. I also tentatively put in the 'garden borders' to hold back soil. I will make these permanent once I've laid the gravel and cement mix and affixed the pavers.

Getting there

Earlier in the afternoon I got out the recently sharpened chainsaw and cut up another load of decking timber.




The woodshed is getting well full now so with the wood-burners and the heat pumps we will be cosy this coming winter.


I didn't get to play any golf today but yesterday played 6 holes in the morning. The conditions were great and the views on the course beautiful.



It only costs me $500 a year membership for the course and I can play as often as I like all year round. If I lived in a city, golfing would be too expensive but this is one of the advantages of living in the 'country'.


PHONE. PAVING. SWIM. SCOTCH EGG.*

 I haven't lost my phone yet today and it's already the afternoon. There's still time I guess.

This morning I did some more levelling of the path where the pavers will go - in this never-ending job - and tried out the placement of the edging boards I bought yesterday (yes there will be a separate post on this).

It was getting too hot so I stopped work and then went for a swim.

As I was  getting into deeper water I wondered if that great white shark that killed a swimmer in Sydney the other day has reached our shores yet. Why wouldn't the Aussies deport a killer shark? They send all sorts of other killers and criminals to New Zealand.


Scotch egg for lunch






* The title of this post was inspired by Robert's blog (yes, really). The content is as well. Why bother writing something long, complex and sensible when he won't read it anyway and, if he did would somehow construe that it had something to do with religion, abortion, gay rights or communism.

Friday, 18 February 2022

AND THE CURMUDGEON WAS A VERY SILLY FELLOW.

 I played a few holes of golf (yes, there will be a post on this) on my way into town this morning.

When I arrived at Mitre 10 I put on my mask, grabbed my wallet and looked about for my phone. I couldn't see it on the passenger seat. It wasn't in my pocket so I looked under the seats. No phone.

I got out of the car, opened the rear hatch door and looked in my golf bag. No phone. I could only assume that I'd dropped it in the golf course car park and would have to call in on the way home to have a look.

I got back in the car and had an idea. I turned on the Blue Tooth function on the radio display and pressed the 'make a call' button. Sure enough the telephone address book was on display which meant that my phone was nearby. I had a further look under the seats and then got out of the car to open the 'boot' and search the golf bag again. At this point I noticed my phone. It was on top of the car.

This is a re-enactment

The phone was on top of the car


I could hardly believe it. I'd travelled nearly 20 kms from the golf club to Mitre 10, on windy, hilly roads and at mostly100kph. The leather cover on the phone must have 'stuck' to the top pf the car.

I quickly retrieved it before customers in the car park noticed and went in to Mitre 10 to buy garden border items and pins to complete my paving job (yes, there will be a post on this) and window cleaning squeegees (yes, there will be a post on this).

This isn't the first time that I've misplaced my phone. See: NIGHT GOLFING where I left my phone outside at the golf club and managed to retrieve it late at night.


Doolally?




Me?


Of course not although The Old Girl said differently.

Thursday, 17 February 2022

THIS IS NOT 1951

The biggest industrial confrontation in New Zealand was the 1951 waterfront dispute and lasted 151 days with over 20,000 waterside workers and other union members out of work. This was the flashpoint after years of unrest and was critical because of the New Zealand economy's dependance on primary exports.

 Depending on which side you were on - the watersiders and unionists or the farmers and employers - the opposing side were on the one hand communists and terrorists or, on the other, fascists, nazis or (gasp) National supporters. The employers and government saw the dispute as a strike and the watersiders saw it as a lockout. There was no meeting of minds. 
After the deprivations and necessary governmental mandates during the Second World War the 1950s were shaping up to be more prosperous and the 'workers' rightly wished to share in the new wealth, freedom, improved working conditions and changing of social order. This was resisted by employers, people with vested interests (the wealthy, farmers and big business) and the National government. Using the backdrop of the Cold War between USSR and Western countries the watersiders were denounced as communists, saboteurs and terrorists even though there was no evidence of this.


New Zealand History - The 1951 waterfront dispute
'The 1951 waterfront dispute', URL: https://nzhistory.govt.nz/politics/the-1951-waterfront-dispute, (Ministry for Culture and Heritage), updated 17-May-2017

In January 1951 the Arbitration Court awarded a 15% wage increase to all workers covered by the industrial arbitration system. This did not apply to waterside workers, whose employment was controlled by the Waterfront Industry Commission. The mostly British-owned shipping companies that employed the wharfies instead offered 9%, claiming that earlier waterfront wage increases should be taken into account.

The Waterside Workers’ Union protested by refusing to work overtime. The shipping companies in turn refused to hire them unless they agreed to work extra hours. When no agreement could be reached, union members were locked out. The nation’s wharves soon came to a complete standstill.
Arguing that New Zealand’s vital export trade was under threat, the National government declared a state of emergency on 21 February. The following day Prime Minister Holland warned that New Zealand was ‘at war’. On the 27th, troops were sent onto the Auckland and Wellington wharves to load and unload ships. Draconian emergency regulations imposed rigid censorship, gave police sweeping powers of search and arrest and made it an offence for citizens to assist strikers – even giving food to their children was outlawed.
Attempts at mediation were undermined by the ideologies, intransigence and egos of those involved. Sensing victory, the National government took a hard line with the unionists. Instead of simply forcing the wharfies to accept the original 9% increase, the government resolved to destroy the old Waterfront Workers’ Union and replace it with new unions in each port. As the dispute dragged on into winter, there was widespread intimidation and sporadic outbursts of violence.
On several occasions, unionist street protests were broken up by ranks of baton-wielding police. The worst incident occurred in Auckland on 1 June – dubbed ‘Bloody Friday’ – when police violently dispersed up to 1000 marchers in Queen Street. One victim suffered a suspected fractured skull, and 20 others had to be treated for lacerations, concussion and bruises.
By the end of May, with new unions of strike-breakers (denounced by unionists as scabs) registered in the main ports, the wharfies’ position was becoming increasingly hopeless. Eventually, after a five-month struggle, they conceded defeat on 15 July. Jock Barnes, meanwhile, had been sentenced to two months in prison for 'defaming' a police constable.
Militant unionism was dealt a crushing blow. Many watersiders were blacklisted (banned from working on the wharves) for years afterwards. Holland immediately called a snap election, which took place on 1 September 1951. The electorate delivered the government a resounding victory, with National winning 54% of the vote and four more seats than in 1949.
The defeat of the wharfies reasserted the FOL’s control over the New Zealand union movement. Bitterness between supporters of the watersiders and FOL leaders, such as Fintan Patrick Walsh, lingered for decades, even though Walsh himself adopted a more militant stance in later years. For many unionists, though, the watersiders’ loyalty card – bearing the words ‘stood loyal right through’ – was a prized badge of honour. More than half a century later, the 1951 dispute continues to hold a central place in the history and mythology of the New Zealand labour movement.





***********************************

That was in 1951

It is now 2022.

There is a small group of people, certainly smaller than the numbers of watersiders and unionists who faced the government of the day in 1951, who are challenging governmental mandates over Covid-19 restrictions and safety measures and who are bleating on about fairness and freedom while meanwhile impinging unfairly on Wellingtonians freedom of work, study and movement. It's a bit of a laugh really that their 'causes' are confused and confusing and that the majority of them are being led by their noses by ratbags who have their own anti Labour government and, some, anti any form of government agendas.

If it was 1951 the government and police wouldn't have been so understanding and stand-offish and would have moved them on quick-smart. I'm sure also that, in 1951, the watersiders and other unionists would have kicked these idiots in the arse and told them to spend their energy on real issues of unfairness and lack of freedom which are not connected to a governments responsible handling of a pandemic.











Tuesday, 15 February 2022

NO SURPRISES HERE

 I saw on the news that John Key and his son Max have joined forces with the Chow brothers in a massive real estate venture. KEYS AND CHOWS

There should be no surprises here with John Key having been prime minister and National leader for years, his son Max having been an 'influencer' and the Chows having run brothels - they all have experience in fucking New Zealanders. 



Monday, 14 February 2022

GIMME SOME KIND OF SIGN

 

BRENTON WOOD GIMME A SIGN


I did my fist day officially as a school patrol person today - no more training necessary.

"SIGNS OUT!" and "SIGNS IN!" instructions were called out with confidence, dexterity and effectiveness. It was a blur of activity.


I think I've got it now and will probably be 'on duty' twice a week.






What did you do today to get grace?









"IT IS WHAT IT IS" ....

 


..... said Wellington District Commander Superintendent Corrie Parnell when asked about the Speaker Trevor Mallard's crazy tactics of putting the lawn sprinklers on and playing horrible music (he should have given Penderecki a go) to annoy the protesters. Parnell was being polite and politic which sums up the police approach to this fiasco. 

Police have warned of hygiene problems at the Parliament protest and broken ranks with the Speaker about deploying pop music and lawn sprinklers on occupiers.

But Speaker Trevor Mallard's decisions to use the music and Parliament's lawn sprinklers on the soak setting on Friday were not tactics police advised or endorsed, Parnell said.

"Look, it is what it is. It happened." 

"Our goal is to get that back to a state of lawful protest."

 


This sign sums up the confusion among the protesters. Their understanding of politics, socialism and communism is as bad as that of a catholic from Moera.

Most New Zealanders would have liked to see the police and or the army charge in and toss these tossers off  'our front lawn' but, of course this would have just played into the hands of the scrotes who feel that they can do what they bloody like yet when there is a reaction against them they video it and cry 'bloody murder'.

We are finally seeing some more sensible approaches coming from the Deputy Prime Minister and from   the Prime Minister herself:

Prime Minister Jacinda Ardern said today that: "We all want them to leave".

Those gathered were an "imported form of protest" with a mix of Trump flags, Canadian flags and abusing members of the public for wearing a mask, Ardern told RNZ.

She believed the protest was anti-vaccine, not against the vaccine mandate.

"What we have seen out there seems much more anti-vaccination than anything else."

Some of the behaviour she had seen was "pure misinformation around the role of vaccines".

"We've seen some horrific behaviour down here.

Asked what her message to protesters was, Ardern said: "Go home - and take your children."

See the full NZ Herald report here:

NZ HERALD - PARLIAMENT PROTEST


Trevor Mallard is a fool of course - we all know that and how he's held on to the position of Speaker for so long is anyone's guess ....... oh, that's right, it removes him from the floor of the House where he could do more embarrassing things. Well done Prime minister. Carry on.

Mallard has surrounded himself in controversy for years with inappropriate posts on social media, claims that MPs are lazy, false allegations about parliamentary workers, disputes about dress codes and much more. You can search Google to find out about him. I did and discovered that he's a Hutt Valley MP ...... 

.......... oh! That explains everything.













Sunday, 13 February 2022

IT'S BEEN RAINING ....... AND THAT'S A FACT!

 It's been raining for 10 days straight now. My garden paving job has been put on hold and, surprisingly, I'm keen to get back into it.


We have cyclone Dovi battering us at present and the forecast is for more rain in the coming week. This is shaping up to be like one of Robert's biblical catastrophes.


He (Robert) might claim that the fact that I'm an atheist isn't doing my cause any good. Atheists are bad people you know.


Well, as much as anything christians say are facts.

Friday, 11 February 2022

RICHARD WILL BE AWAY FOR FIVE DAYS ......RICHARD .... YOU KNOW, RICHARD OF RICHARD'S BASS BAG, NO NOT BRASS BLOB ... BASS BAG ....RICHARD'S BASS BAG .... OH NEVER MIND

 

I was going to create a new blog titled THE FILL-IN RICHARD'S BASS BAG but then realised that the original one only attracts two readers and lately has ceased to be regularly updated. Going to all that trouble to create a blog for use when Richard is away didn't make sense. He said that he's going away for 5 days which is just about the time lag between his posts anyway. I don't know why he bothered telling us.

Instead, I looked at his blog - I know, I know - and saw that he had created a blog titled THE FILL IN CURMUDGEON. This has never had posts written for it which is no real surprise. Under a rather fetching image he found for me he has written: 

"I'm in business when The Curmudgeon is away on business."

I say that it is no surprise that he hasn't written any posts as the (fill in) Curmudgeon as to do so would require having popular themes, having done some research (copying and pasting will do) and  writing a post in a witty and well thought out essay style. On that note I can safely say that we will never see Robert creating a THE FILL IN CURMUDGEON blog.


Moving on.

If I had created a blog and then bothered to write a post that would enthral readers I would have done so with a popular theme, having done some research (copying and pasting will do) and  written a post in a witty and well thought out essay style. Frankly - life's too sort.

I don't want any of Richard's readers (me plus one) to go away totally unsatisfied though so here's a synopsis of what might have been.

"It's happening near Napier, so I'll be away for five days - I'm taking my guitar so that I can keep my practice up. Blah blah blah guitar blah blah blah strings blah blah blah plectrum blah blah blah Robert* blah blah blah.

Motel blah blah blah toilet blah blah blah boring blah blah blah Napier blah blah blah chardonnay blah blah blah unlabelled blah blah blah party blah blah blah they bloody didn't want me to play guitar so I went out and stayed in the car for the rest of the evening blah blah blah Shelley blah blah Ouch blah blah blah.

Napier blah blah blah tailgaters blah blah blah Dannevirke blah blah blah Eketahuna blah blah blah Masterton blah blah blah Moera (just kidding) blah blah blah home."

 

 * To sustain Robert's interest in posts I've noticed that it's essential to mention his name at least once.








GETTING (BACK) INTO HOT WATER

 


Well we won't have to  bathe in the sea thank Robert's god. We don't like to swim after the rain because run-off from the hills makes the water murky. We prefer it to be crystal clear thanks.

This morning ,when it was evident that the 'reset' procedure I undertook failed to give us hot water I called a local electrician. He responded and turned up within an hour breaking some sort of tradesman record I imagine. Dave, the electrician quickly identified the problem - a failed fuse mechanism - and replaced it. The whole exercise only took half an hour, even with my 'assistance'.


The hot water cylinder is so large it will take a half day to heat to establish that the new fitting is working. Fingers crossed.



Thursday, 10 February 2022

THERE'S ALWAYS SOMETHING

 I had an active day today with tennis, school patrol training and golf.

At golf apart from finding several good golf balls I also found a $5 note on a fairway. That was a treat. Admittedly $5 doesn't buy you much nowadays compared to say, 1962 when £2 and 10 shillings would have seemed a fortune but it's not often that you find currency notes. I was most pleased.

I'm feeling a bit achy probably from the golf as it was bloody hot out there on the course. I can't have a hot bath though because we have no hot water. The hot water cylinder has stopped making hot water.   I've researched on-line and, as our cylinder doesn't have a reset s button and has an automatic reset mechanism I've had to try the old 'switch off and on at the wall and turn the fuse off and on' trick. I'll find out in the morning whether this has worked or not.

If not I'll have to get a tradesman in. This is trickier than you might think as, with hot water cylinders, do you call a plumber or an electrician? I'll call an electrician first - probably about a half dozen of them until I find one who will actually call around to check things out. If that doesn't fix things then it'll be a plumber and then, most likely, go on a wait list for a new cylinder. Bummer. It's lucky that it's summer.


Tuesday, 8 February 2022

FIRST DAY OUT AND ALL WAS WELL

 

Well I didn't meet a guy like this scrote today when I trialled as a lollipop man.

ANGRY DRIVER

I did see some parents taking their kids across the road further down (out of yelling distance) though.

I asked if I would be issued with a gun but was told that it would be inappropriate. That's a shame really as I am a really good shot and would have had no trouble taking out the miscreants even if they were out of yelling distance. The civil defence group also refused to give me a gun or any sort of weapon. I think that I was born in the wrong century.





AIN'T HE SWEET

 We've got a real 'pea-souper' here today.


The hills have disappeared with mist down to sea level. I've been half expecting the fire station siren to sound indicating car accidents. As well as the mist there is light rain so tennis was cancelled this morning.

I'm off to do my first day of school crossing patrol this afternoon and, if it's till foggy might have to take a lamp with me to swing about.



I hope that I don't lose any of the kids. That'd be a bad start.


LOLLIPOP MAN - THE SWEET


"In a yellow rain coat
And a pair of gum boots
There in the midst of an incredible jam
Any kind of weather
Bringing us together
There stands a funny little lollipop man
Lollipop man, there's a lollipop man
Who stands in the middle of the street
(Ain't he sweet)
A lollipop man, there's a lollipop man
Hey, good golly there's a lollipop man"

Sunday, 6 February 2022

THE LOLLYPOP MAN

 


THE LOLLYPOP KIDS



I've volunteered to help out at a local school with school crossing duties.

I'm not sure how I will go given that I'm a chronic jaywalker and tend to 'lose my rag' at inconsiderate motorists.

If you hear on the news about an old guy throwing rocks at speeding dudes in pick up trucks it'll probably be about me.




"I don't believe you didn't see the sign - arsehole!"

Saturday, 5 February 2022

IN THE YEAR NINETEEN EIGHTY EIGHT ...

 It's The Old Girl's and my anniversary today - the anniversary of when we first hooked up (we're not married) 34 years ago in 1988.

We usually go out to a nice restaurant but this year The Old Girl has concerns (rightly) at the rapid spread of the Omicron variant of Covid-19 so we're staying home. We're sharing the cooking duties. Dinner will be 'schnitzel-type fillet steak with roasted potatoes and pumpkin. Yummy.

We just opened a bottle of Bollinger to toast the day which is appropriate as this rich and luscious wine has lovely toasty aromas typical of a quality Champagne.


 No doubt The Wine Guy will write something about this soon but, to keep you going, here's some wine writer woman saying something about it.

"A robust and complex Champagne from one of the region's top producers. Bollinger always delivers and this special cuvee is no exception. Aromas of freshly baked bread, lemon zest and toasted almond."

That should keep Richard going for a while while he searches for carbohydrates, fruit and nuts in the wine that he's currently drinking.

I've just finished my first glass (we get 4 glasses out of each bottle in the flutes we drink from) and am looking forward to the next one. If it was an ordinary, day to day Champagne or sparkling wine I'd see if I could sneak a bit more but, to be fair to The Old Girl I won't (besides, when it comes to the good stuff she knows down to the last millilitre where the wine has gone).

'34 years' when written down seems like a long time. It's nearly half my age and more than half of The Old Girl's but, to be honest the time has slipped along quite quickly and pleasantly (like the Champagne). I guess we made the right choice.






Oh what the hell. I like the song and  it is my special day so here it is:

IN THE YEAR 2525



UNSEEMLY, BUT ......

 For Robert to go with his 'god in the clouds' series.


I think god liked the look of this woman.




ALL SWELL THAT END SWELL*

  *   “This is a dreadful sentence.”

        ― William Shakespeare, All's Well That Ends Well


OK Bill, don't get your pantaloons in a twist. At least you didn't have to put up with a pedantic schoolteacher correcting your grammar. If you did it would have used up all of your time.




OK, sorry I mentioned it.

Moving on ..........


The yacht got re-floated last night I'm pleased to say and is back in its regular mooring spot.



We watched this from our deck after dinner and looked around and saw that neighbours on either side were doing the same. These neighbours live elsewhere (one lot in Auckland and the other in Russell) so use their houses as weekend retreats.

"This is what goes for entertainment around here" called out The Old Girl to them.

Oh we do have fun.

What will I post about next?