...a good time to ask the Queen what she thinks.
Those old German families (Saxe-Coburg and Gotha) have always looked to Europe to enhance their genial gene-pool - though Phil the Greek (a member of the House of Schleswig-Holstein-Sonderburg-Glücksburg, born into the Greek and Danish royal families) seems to be the last non-Brit / Euro to marry into the family business...
Unless there is some realisation that journalism comes with responsibilities, we will have more bad and unexpected decisions made in elections, leading to serious risks for local, regional and also global stability.
...and today NZME finds out what the public (and investors) think it is worth prior to the unholy merger with Fairfax - to make the beast with two backs (and no subs) - heck Fairfax journalists think villain is spelt 'villian' and that 'perpetuated' is the same as perpetrated...
Heres hoping they can still spell Czech....
More kneejerk than Morris dancing…*
I liked Kim Hill’s description of the Brexit win – (from memory) ‘like a dog that chases a car, what happens when you catch it?’ – the Leave camp doesn’t really seem to have thought it all through particularly rigorously.
* still those hankies would be useful…
f the Top 20 this week
How come it is dated 27th of June - do they know the future?
More on the Chart compilation:
At the end of an isolated gravel road in the hills south of Cape Kidnappers in Hawke's Bay lives a man in a cottage who reveals the nation's weekly Top 40 music chart.
Surrounded by sheep and cattle traipsing through tree-lined paddocks and rolling hills sits Phil Matcham, on his deck, cup of tea in hand and cat Heidi nearby.
It's from this unlikely setting that, every Friday at 5pm, the nation is informed of the hottest trends in the nation's pop music scene.
This is good for watching the Brexit vote finale...
Only an hour and a bit left to pick up these marvellous early Flying Nun artefacts
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sider with Rosie!
I think you need a pig to dig them up.
I believe Truffle hounds are now allowed in the ancient guild of tuber rooters...
Are you building a rockery, eyrie or fell-field?
well his pump-priming post was ‘I Fell Down’
so he doubly identifies with rolling moorland…
Trees a crowd...
I can attest to the vast forest that is forming on this wee pocket of the vast alluvial plain - the 1,000 plus saplings are an arbour of love - in fact, to take the taiga by the tail, it is truly the 'Hay--Haywood Wood'
You'll love your dotage in the gypsy caravan deep in the mega-copse - once Polly takes over the 'big house' - Sylvan surfers swimming the susurrating seas....