Posts by Danielle
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There's... David Brent. I don't suppose he counts. And Brent Musberger.
I believe the Conchords have that extra h to make a musical pun, Beatles-styles.
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Speaking of thoroughly offensive words, my Cajun relatives affectionately refer to themselves as 'coon-asses', which, um... yeah. So, originally they were supposedly 'worse' than African-Americans to non-Cajuns, and are now using the term internally in an ethnic-pride sort of sense... it's all quite weird, since it's not as though many of them aren't horrendously racist in the traditional American way themselves. My brain hurts to think about it.
My 89-year-old NZ grandfather, with whom I watch all rugby games (aha! relevance!), seems to have missed the evolution of the word 'queer' from 'odd' to 'gay slur' to 'reclaimed', and simply refers to people as 'queer', meaning plain old strange, in blissful ignorance. We haven't had the heart to tell him. Thus, Grandad's gossipy remarks, such as 'he's a queer sort of a joker, isn't he?' have caused several sotto voce snickers at family gatherings. (I particularly like imagining blokey old Grandad, an old-school walk-shorts-socks-and-sandals-wearer, as a newly minted postmodern LGBT crusader of some kind.)
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What would the chances be of 'Dad's Tips' being released in one of those new fangled digital formats, do you reckon?
I would buy that in a heartbeat.
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Pretty much in the way he'd created Dub Be Good To Me
Which continues to be one of my favourite songs. This is jam hot!
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Che, come, come, come to the burbclaves, Satan's there...(thanks Black Sabbath).
Didn't a NZ band do that song too? I seem to remember it on a Loxene Golden Disc, or some such thing.
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But for the love of god, will no camera-person search the crowd for that crazed mariachi band, or whatever the fuck they are? I desperately want to see them! They're making the game infinitely better! (Although they're probably adding to that whole 'ninth circle of hell' thing for the Italians...)
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I think I might be the sporting equivalent of Morrissey at his most morose. I am horribly worried about NZ teams in high pressure situations, and usually expect the worst. Yet I force myself to watch everything, in a frenzy of worry punctuated by moments of sheer terror and very occasional joy. It's all quite stressful. Call me morbid, call me pale.
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Exactly! While the drunk versions of the characters end up committing some atrociously embarrassing acts, overall it's hard not to get the impression that they'd be better company than their sober selves.
Yeah, Drunk Dad seems like a hoot. Wouldn't you rather have a sozzled knees-up with him than hang out with anyone else at his daughter's party? (Or perhaps I'm just in denial...)
Ah, that page! I forgot all about it. 'Levitate Me' in the style of the Beach Boys was my favourite, as I recall.
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And hands up who likes reality TV...
<raises hand> I can name at least ten 'reality' shows I hate missing.
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Moore's 'long cold night' speech is one of my favourite political memories. Crackers.