But what can't be sold elsewhere, will be sold cheap on the local market eg funny shaped kiwifruit. Cancelled export shipments of lamb taste just as good.
And the Chinese will get proper Imacs, instead of having to make do with the funny shaped sub-export quality stuff.
LOL, I thought it came off OK too, at the time. Now I don't! I remember how chuffed DPF was that his site had been touched by greatness. Now it seems it was just touched by advertising. That's sooo hollow men.
As if any more proof was needed that poor Don was an ACT cuckoo in the National nest. I assumed he'd at least have needed help on account of his not being so hot with technology - and why should he, with his marvellous knack of being able to run multiple spreadsheets in his head? As for being down with the kids, or toupee wearers or whatever, as far as I can recall the post was in plain copywriter's English. No attempt to front with Gen Twee credentials such as "I'm in ur blog".
Do we have 3 years now of sites like Kiwiblog fawning over every move Key makes?
Will Key post the occasional comment there? Hanging out with terminal-acne-case libertarians and rat-trap-down-the-back-of-their-y-fronts homophobes doesn't really seem to be his style. Brash's minders persuaded him to try it once upon a time - probably the first step towards his becoming political dog tucker.
And so it begins. Turia to Hide: on Maori spending, you can stick your private-sector razor gang up your arse.
Jostling at the trough.
When I was a kid I had a job where I carried buckets of skim milk from the milking shed and poured them into a pig trough. As the trough was to short to accommodate all pigs at once I stood by with a fence post, delivering a tap or two to the overly greedy. There were a couple of expensive prize pigs which I was cautioned to go easy on. Problem was they knew it, and were the worst offenders.
I wonder if John Key has a better method.
. . . I am interested as to how many readers did see their candidates, without, say, going to a public meeting.
Brendon Burns came doorknocking here in Chch central.
Thanks for that, Islander - a nice tantalising snippet, and spotted in the borderland of hardcore waitorete/waitoreke territory too! I've been fascinated by the legend ever since I heard a radio play on Sunday Showcase when I was very young. No idea who the author was, it was about a false-alarm rediscovery of the animal igniting controversy in the scientific world.
Like those stray Haast's eagles and the occasional small moa, from time to time they slip across the border from Samuel Butler's Erewhon.
Who's seen The Wrong Trousers?
Heh! Those little blues never struck me as quite that evil Sara.
Kyle, first catch your waitorete (there are variant spellings)...I once thought I saw one-
As in waitoreke? Please, I'm a sucker for a good cryptid story.
I dunno -- a sight better than that Black woman...
(Possibly not the best way to phrase that sentiment...)
In print, without some appropriate stress, e.g. Black, it is maybe a little ambiguous. Not as bad as putting the stress on the wrong syllables in something like cider vinegar so it comes across as side of a nigger.
I can't believe no-one has responded to Ian's story, which is very funny and perfect for a sunny afternoon.
I'm told there are Blue Penguins nesting at the wharf at Matiatia on Waiheke, but have yet to see them. Will keep you posted :)
Isn't it a goodie. While I can relate to the charm of having your own private Little Blue Buddy, those rather malevolent beady eyes give the impression that they'd bite like hell.
. . . the humdrum candidates they've offered up . . .
There used to to be a nice Australian phrase for that sort of thing - "Sending an empty bottle to Canberra".