Two rumours about the Toilet Roll Cathedral are:
1st - It isn't built to code - This has been publically poo pooed.
2nd - It's rotting already.
You know that Card Board Cathedral?
I've heard a whisper ....
But that's just a rumour and baseless, right?
Wow - Just as the CCC lost its accreditation I finally bothered to read the first report. The concerns were raised in 2009, two years after Tony Marraytt became CEO & Bob became Mayor.
This level of incompetence should be criminal.
Is anyone in contact with Olly Olsen "Keep cool till after school"?
I know he has been working hard in the community since kids TV went the way of Hi 5. He has recently popped up doing the hard yards in the East of Christchurch.
We need a real alternative for Mayor or even a real good Councillor. Anyone keen to see if he wants to put himself through the political wringer?
For that matter, Sam Johnson (the Christs' Kid) should stand.
The others raising there hands at the moment aren't worthy.
The guy in the middle is Russ Barron Prez of the Christchurch RSA and a real good bloke. He took the stand to keep poppies being made at Kilmarnock Enterprises (Sheltered Workshop) but this was outsourced to China.
Here's a photo of him from earlier this year belly aching about the Councils failure to repair the Bridge of Remembrance.
You talented folk may like this.
I'm glad you're looking forward to the part-cardboard/steel/wood/concrete cathedral, I don't know who is it supposed to serve?
The old cathedral was where I've paraded, my father, his father and his father before him. It's where I went to dawn services.
I loved it because it was full of pretension and even had a wall of swastikas.
I'm starting to warm to the part-cardboard/steel/wood/concrete cathedral, now.
I dislike Corgis (childhood trauma called Dino) and of an enjoyable evening (hic) have tripped over those bloody things a fare bit. Although stolen public sculptures is a bad thing, I have a sence of the greater good being achieved here.
Walking along Sumner Beach yesterday I looked at Shag Rock. After Feb it fell apart and to my eye looked like an armoured gauntlet. Then in June it fell again, this time I see a right hand facing the city with its thumb across the two middle fingers as they're bent down, the index and pinky raised in the universal 'Rock on' hand sign seen at every rock show.
Not drug assisted, but possibly blurry eyes from hayfever.
They don't know. I can see disspear starting to come in.
Their other trial has been the two winters they've been snowed on in their puptent caravan.
My parquet floor has buckeled (how middleclass can you get), through non essential works not being carried out.
That's not the issue. The issue is the emergency work that has been abandonded. Our chimney was taken down to the roofline but since June 2011 has started to pop out the side of the wall. This was identified as urgent, but no action has been taken.
In short I don't park under it & the B'ball isnt bounced against it.
It has been wounderful to see the spring flowers, but I still work in the Central Bulldozer District and get covered in silt - A silly little gripe. I mean, who wants to breath?