Of course, I never wear it outdoors, though come to think of it, it might go nicely with a black velvet jacket and a pair of patent leather boots.
Pants, dude. Remember pants.
In principle, I would like to dress in the stylish and mature fashion of the dapper Mr Beard.
In practise, this requires more labour, thought and expense than I am prepared to put into the enterprise of dressing, except on special occasions. My sartorial-foo manifests only in my extensive collection of novelty t-shirts.
On infill, I'm all infavour of it, done right. Five-Up seems a good plan but have a look at this. It's built so it got approval and someone 'designed' for someone else to 'live' in.
I call it A BLOCK
Holy crap. Is there time to buy a house while on a salvia trip? For less than $270 000 in Linwood you could have, say, this.
The only reason I would make voluntary payments, if for some reason I found a couple of grand lying around, would be to clear it which would increase my take-home pay.
This was the choice we made last year, to get rid of the loan for both the teeny-tiny tax cut, and just not having to worry about it any more, which has been great.
Does this mean we can look forward to another story where you WERE the person who was stabbed? You've raised our expectations now!
Both the stabbee and the stabber. I've an inkling this might be doable.
I only recently discovered that the actual theme tune was 'Machine Gun' by The Commodores.
Brilliant. Best use of pink fake feathers in a non-pron video ever.
I felt like a proper senior citizen when Rock The Nation explained what the "ReadyTo Roll" television programme was. And then Petra Bagust called it "RTR Countdown", which was its late '80s incarnation, and that made me feel less a senior citizen and more middle-aged.
I can remember being four or five and thinking 'Mull of Kintyre' was the theme tune to Ready to Roll. Every night, it'd get to the end, and that's what they'd play.
I like to think this makes me not so much 'old' as 'possessed of an excellent memory'.
Karyn Hay was ace. I had her hairdo for a while.
Brilliant. This reminds me of the hilarious family story of the time my great-uncle was told his TB had come back, and went down the river and shot himself. His female relatives had the jolliest time making it look like a hunting accident before the other men came back.
Emma - I don't know her 1st name but Mrs Hundleby was at Riccarton Primary.
That's her. She taught my kids in 2000 and 2001. She's choice.
As a kiddy I had the wonderful Mrs Hundleby
Shep, not June Hundleby?
Anyone interested in a campaign to bring back `Master ' and 'Mistress'?
We did get 'master' printed on the label of a medicine bottle for my small son once. Given my partner and son have the same first initial and surname, I guess it could have saved confusion.