I went ahead with the campaign, and I feel nothing but good about doing so. It has been a privilege to be involved with it.
And so you should. It gets its point across without upsetting me so badly I have to leave the room, which makes it the first domestic violence campaign to do so.
The guy who works with violent men (can't recall his name) pointed out that one of the big issues in domestic violence is men attempting to conceal it, and thereby minimise his responsibility.
Conceal it, excuse it, and apologise for it. It's not all 'suck it up', it's 'I'm sorry honey, you know I was stressed out, it won't happen again I absolutely promise, let's put it behind us'.
Sofie, forgive my ignorance but what's a chav?
Just do better than me and don't betray the fact that you think it's pronounced 'shaav'.
Emma, why do I agree with nearly everything you say about any given topic? It's... kind of freaking me out. :)
Me three. Only having to quickly Alt+Tab back to work stopped me from saying exactly the same thing earlier!
I think you'll find it's because I'm incredibly intelligent, articulate and reasonable - when we agree.
Actually, the 'me and Danielle' thing is getting to the mildly freaky point, just like when it was turning out I was I/O's wife...
They're all shivering outside at any social gathering, in their dedicated leper colonies...
I love those leper colonies. Innings break in the cricket at the Caketin, and all the smokers run up to that little corner of the concourse they're allowed, and talk to each other. Back steps at a party is always the best conversation zone.
You guys are all well-informed and bastions of good taste. Has anyone else seen any of Charlie Jade, and does it get any less pretentious after the first couple of episodes?
Do NZ cigarette packets have the luridly coloured photos of decaying feet and flesh? Tell me they're not real please? Were I a smoker, it'd put me off (don't nobody tell me where I can see images of my liver but...)
I'm thinking this is a wonderful opportunity for someone to start marketing lovely cigarette boxes like my mother used to have. (Not wanky slimline cases, but boxes shaped just like a pack of cigarettes. My mum's was black and gold with embroidered flowers.)
Has anyone been watching Jekyll?
Recommended to me by a Canadian friend (blah blah Stephen Moffat blah blah), and we've since passed around most of our friends. Nesbitt is brilliant.
Poneke is pissed off that after waiting so long to screen it, they've buried it at 10.30pm. And then they'll act surprised when Season 1 doesn't go well ...
Cue people bitching about how bad Torchwood is (when they can only have watched what they downloaded and even I'm not a big enough masochist to keep using my bandwidth on something I hate), and complaining about all the sex.
But yeah, surely if The Sopranos could be on at 9:30... ah, screw it. I'll still be impressed if TVNZ plays the entire first series of Torchwood without changing its slot or yanking it off for six weeks halfway through...
My mother, meanwhile, is STILL complaining about the scheduling of Bleak House.
We finished watching the final episode of Dr Who and switched back to TV just in time to see Booth in the bath.
Son: That looks like Angel
Me: It's the same actor
Son: He's not wearing a shirt in this, either.
Me: Yeah, I noticed that...
It might (just might) have been kind of creepy-cool if it had been set up or foreshadowed in anyway. Instead it just screamed "oh, shit, everyone things this whole X-Files lite Gormagon thing sucks, blows,chokes and pees on the carpet."
Yuh-huh. Once they'd backed themselves into that corner, they only had three suspects for the Young Apprentice, and exactly none of them were plausible.
My issue is headlines like "Maria is spanked", "In fashion, but out of Wimbledon" and "Glamour leads to defeat".
Several years ago, the Guardian produced one of my all-time favourite headlines: "Beckham leaves field with broken wrist, silly haircut".
This was during the brief cornrows period.