Posts by sally jones
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Heather: so you've gone from Sydney's north shore to Auckland's? Me too.
I watched some of the RNZB documentary and was pretty impressed with the dancing. Actually surprised me, having seen a number of the company's productions. But great documentary.
Ross: ah, memories! Your Australian is very good. But you don't have my stop; Chatswood.
Did you live in Good?
Stunning morning here in Auckland, BTW.
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Makes me want to bite someone...
Craig - an afterthought. Where abouts on the Shore are you?
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Craig: Thanks for the entertainment. I don't get enough Rocky Horror in my day.
Not sure what you mean by 'cluster fuck' other than ladies with their bums and tits out and the guys drooling. There isn't so much of all that in this clip but definitely too much tongue for my tastes. I like the male lead with his Malfoy hair. -
Ross" Fair suck...?I haven't heard that for years. I like it.
Yes I most definitely know how fascinating my parents are and fully intend to write a book about them one day. Seriously, you don't know the half of it. My father fought in WWII having conned his way in by memorising the eye chart during the rest of his physical.
One more blind soldier (he was fighting for Australia).My mother lived through the Blitz. Her house was bombed while she was cowering under the stairs. She was 16. At 35 she decided to move to Australia from dreary England and climb Ayres Rock. It's a complete miracle she ever met my father who had had such a crazy upbringing (riches to rags - and divorce) with a war on top of it that he rarely went out. She was out, he was in.
He did, however, write a book about saving the Third World, though he didn't use that term, which is fairly out.So yes, a great story some day.
Tell your middle child, I'm on her side. I was outdoorsy too, plenty bush walking with the snakes and under the house with the spiders - not quite outdoors.
My in-laws used to live in Turramurra. Had their own tennis court. We were the poor rellies - but that's another story.
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Tim :)
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Isabel, don't be bitter. I am so sorry to hear of your unhappy experience with ballet. I do empathise. A grey singlet is definitely not sufficient bling for an end of year ballet recital. And no one should have to be a mouse two years running. My first costume at least involved a beak, though I was full of resentment that I was a brown bird and my friend got to be a blue bird with blue glitter. Who ever heard of brown glitter?
If it's any consolation, those who told you you were crap may well have been crap themselves and no better at predicting ballet potential than the prime minister would be (I don't know anyone else so reliably bad at predicting the future).
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Cheers Jackie. Well it wasn't totally neglected. The ballet kind of saved me there and, as you say, some have it worse. A friend of mine is youngest of ten children and I still tell her she had it easy being youngest. But obviously it all depends on the kid too. I never broke a bone either though it is nothing short of a miracle I wasn't killed by a spider or a snake. We spent so much time in the Aussie bush and saw plenty of reptile life.
I can't imagine having a young mum. I think whatever I learnt from my mum I learnt because of her years (42 years older). The fact that she came from such a different time - born in the 20s.
My dad was a bit too old when I knew him in his 50s-70s. I would have liked to have known him for longer. But I think about him a lot, which is a way of knowing a person.Glad to see you've overcome that reluctance to go home :)
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I am not really qualified to weigh into this debate as I haven't read through the discussion in full but...what I am more qualified than most to say is - Bloody Aussies!
From the way Fran Walsh was talking the whole sorry saga was the work of one evil Aussie dude.The Australians are perpetually smarting from the success of our film industry in general and more recently, their glaring cock-up in Australia. That film was an outstanding embarrassment to every living and some dead Australian/s. The Australians will never forgive us.
The commentators who should know what's what are saying the union stuffed up. Saying that regardless of what happens now Jackson's name and the NZ film industry has been permanently damaged and will not recover easily, if at all.
I hope this is not all down to one twatcock Australian.
On that note, if anyone wants a slightly more humorous take on the day and specifically on the Lucky Country (Australia) in which I grew up, then they should check out my latest post on dancing with dingoes (apologies to Russell for my shameful self-promotion).
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Hmmm...Sacha, let's not go there.
Jacqui: Cheers muchly. Yes, I suppose I was lucky ballet was the only dance option given. Though if I get round to writing about the later years you will see that ballet is not as spangly and glamorous as it sometimes appears. Did someone mention suppositories and vomit...?
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Ha! Cheers Emma. I believe my childhood to have occurred in a kind of Twilight Zone of surrealism. France is indeed approximate.
Thanks Dude. Why you stay up so late?
Kyle: You would know