Fuck that. Vivid 4 life.
We always called them squeakers.
John Boscawen and partner free-riding the New North Road bus this morning handing out pamphlets.
He has a Gold Card?
In Brian Rudman's column in this morning's Herald there's an ad from Auckland City Council. "Everyone has a plan for Auckland. Tell us what you think of ours."
Two words can answer that.
Ironic. And late.
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Crikey, Phil. 4.11am. You've got it bad.
Banks has The Machine behind him.
Bob Harvey has the charisma and the (sorry, hate to use this word but can't avoid it) vision but is going to be tainted with his Labour associations which someone like Banks, completely devoid of any self-awareness of the hypocrisy, will not hesitate to use.
The first Mayor of Greater Auckland or whatever it's called is going to be critical. He or she are going to set the pattern for the future. If the election is based on slogans, divisions and petty politics, then I think the City's going to be stuffed before it's started.
I would love to think that there was someone out there who wasn't an existing Mayor who could capture the imagination of the whole Auckland populace.
At least with a nightmare when you wake up it's gone.
And I dont want John Banks as mayor unless he owns up to having a beard all these years and comes out.
I don't want John Banks full stop. I saw him on Close Up tonight and he was doing this mumble-fuck about lifting New Zealand into the top half of the OECD - the National Party mantra from the last election - and he sounded like a little PR robot.
What's the bet that Cits and Rats have already held meetings to decide how they're going to 'win' the City.
That's the bit that scares me. Rich white men with a right-wing economic orthodoxy.
I'm going to expose my ignorance and possibly my ludditism (luddism?) but I have to ask this. How exactly will high-speed internet improve the economy? Because, if I remember rightly, that seemed to be the promise. We needed to have high-speed broadband to be competitive in the international marketplace.
I'm not suggesting that we don't have it or need it but I do wonder how it will benefit us economically.
I can understand that installing it will create (or at least, maintain) jobs.
But what else does it do?
As a product manufacturer or primary producer - which is what a large part of our economy is - will it make a material difference? You can send communications and documents pretty efficiently as it is; will a fraction of a second's extra speed make us more competitive?
This is what baffles me. If you're uploading or downloading bucketloads of information such as movies - Peter Jackson comes to mind - I can see the advantage. And if you're doing that for your own entertainment, high-speed's going to be fantastic.
Am I missing something here? What is the advantage to the economy?
I look to be enlightened.
Mark, I have a friend at Massey in Wellington who does cyanotypes. I'll ask her.
Cyanotype prints are quite exquisite.
Mangled (Somerset, England)
Ee, that lad Bert, he were a character. We remember him well, we do. He lived just down t’road and there weren’t a day go by when you didn’t see him trudgin’ off to work carrying one of them hypotheses. Aargh, ‘e were different, we knew that, but still there were no side to ‘im. ‘E were as capable of downin’ a pint of scrumpy with the lads as the next man.
Acksh’lly, it was down the Ferr’t ‘n Fox that ‘e ‘ad ‘is greatest triumph.
You see, there were a couple o’ things that young Bert were most fussy about.
‘E ‘ad this notion that the only way to drink cider were out ‘o one of them fancy German beer glasses, the ones with the ‘andle, you know the ones that oi mean? And ‘e were most insistent, ‘e were. “Ere, landlord,” ‘e’d say. “Gi’us one of them fancy German glasses wi’ the ‘andle. Just the one, mind.” The lads used to tease him something rotten about that, they did. That’s ‘ow ‘e got ‘is nickname. ‘One German beer glass’, they called ‘im.
The other little peculiarity ‘e ‘ad were ‘is obsession wi’ what ‘e called time and space. You see, when you’re buyin’ a round for 35 thirsty fellers, it takes a little time to get them from the bar to the table but young Bert, ‘e didn’t ‘old with all that traipsin’ back an forth. The way ‘e figured it, the more glasses ‘e could fit on the space of them barman’s tray, the more time ‘e’d save. And ‘e’d puzzle away at this and we’d be yellin’, “ ‘Ere, Bert, us be dyin’ o’ thirst over ‘ere while you be workin’ that out!”
But ‘e wouldn’t give up, no not our Bert.
And then, one day, ‘e came in. ‘E ‘ad this look about ‘im. It’s the sort ‘o look you see when your wurzel’s got top prize. And ‘e reached into this box – it were like plucking things out ‘o a black ‘ole – and brought out this glass. And ‘e followed it wi’ another glass and another and another and ‘e stacked them as neat as can be on the tray and there weren’t an ounce ‘o space wasted on that tray. My word, you should ‘ave seen the looks. We was dumbfounded we was. We didn’t know glasses could be like this.
And Bert, ‘e turns to his young lady, Emma, oo ‘e were walkin’ out, and ‘e say to ‘er, this little smile peekin’ out under ‘is moustache,
“Ee, Em. See? Squared.”
The world was ne’er the same arter that and don’t you forget it.