The arts science split was/is profound.
You think? I know loads of people who were talented in both.
At school it was.
Canned that one….
Good for knotty problems though.
When I was in the 4th form I wanted to learn typing. Why I don't know but it was a skill I thought was cool 'cos I liked typewriters!! (Pulling them apart :-) )
Don't really know how useful that would have been today though........waste of t im e REaLly.
The arts science split was/is profound. There could/should be an option attached to each stream to give "General Education" of science for the arts and "General Education" of arts for the science.
Is there a connection to the Royal Tiger pub?
Yes I believe so. It was either beside or under the pub.
does that really say “Miniature shooting gallery’?
Yup. Shooting was an amazingly popular sport and pastime for the multitudes. 400 would turn up to Trentham from about 1906 to shoot long ranges. Free Ammo, rifles and rail fare to all entrants. Lord Roberts sorted the shorts wearing Baden-Powell Boys and told them they needed to hone up their shooting skills and invented the “smallbore rifle” that swamped Britain and NZ country towns. Wellington developed the “Royal Tiger” range which was in Taranaki St beofre it got shifted to Russell Terrace in the 60s. Still a lot of “miniature Rifle” Clubs Associations around. The smallbore fraternity is now renamed “Target Shooting NZ” as not many understand what the hell a Miniature Rifle was!
Signed RM. Target Shooter for 45 years…so far.
PS: NZ Defence has been working on the history of the Trentham Rifle Ranges and will be giving a presentation next Wednesday night at the National Rifle Assoc of NZ office, Trentham.
Didn't anyone notice that the "fly" had aerials sticking out the front of it? It could be one of these new fangled Drones. One aerial to transmit and one to listen. They have been saying that they will be flying these things through kitchen windows in the near future. The future is here. And it is in Grey Lynn.
Is there a connection with the Pohutakawa tree(s) that have been saved? Was this Drone a warning to the Transport Authority? If so then the "fly" should get a medal.
DON"T KILL IT! Save it for Jolisa!
it doesn't matter what JK does, he gets on swimmingly. Treacle or water.
As for the likes of sooty on the shoulder....
Somewhere between the Savannah and the Carlton Pub sex became private. Does anyone know when we stopped (while “civilisationing” ourselves that is)?
Good to see Southerly’s lessons from The Physics of Light being used to illuminate.
A few ideas for Mr Guy to consider when deciding which technique to use. My experience of de-balling various animals; lambs, piglets, Self (partial).
Lambs had the most variation. Rubber ring is the first: But my pelvic muscles keep tightening as I consider why the poor wee lamby, after about 3 minutes of vigorous activity immediately after the rubber takes the strain, suddenly wants to pant and lay down for 30 minutes. I know the deep deep ache he suffers. The Hot Iron: A gas axed piece of ….axe….welded to a decent blow torch supplied the sizzle that enabled the operator to just lean on the tail…..oh wait a minute, we are talking about balls…..The Lickety Split Knife: A quick slice of the tip of the scrotum and a squeeze above the balls would cause them to poke out the bottom. Leaning forward one could then grasp the end of a ball with ones front teeth and with a gentle pull, strip the ball from its warm home. Repeat with the other and voila! A hollow scrotum. Pigs and razor blades: Hang your piggy over the rail with the bum and balls facing on top. A slice over each ball and a squeeze and the pop out like a zit. A quick yank on each, a splash of dettol and piggy goes a running. Whch brings me to a semi towny story. A friend of mine heard of these exploits and did not wish himself to do the deed. I volunteered and headed off to the farmlet. Catching the wee piggies took a bit of time. Hanging the first one over the fence I looked. I looked again. I looked at my friend and asked him if he noticed where his little piggy piddled from. Both wee piggies were girls…….I always wondered why he only had one child…..Self (partial): While watching my numbed parts being disemboweled so that I didn’t need “the little rubber thing”, The two helpers were slicing and dicing the inner sanctum. The vas emerged between two clamps, the cut made and one clamp was released which was good. The other the nice lady missed the release for a fraction of a second. The sudden stretch and release twanged the vas right back into it’s spot and the pang sank deep deep into my semidetached testicle. Oh the pain…..
Well bugger me. Again Haywood has unwittingly written a piece that links to an ancestor. My great grandfather ran the first totalisator around Southland and Otago in the 1880-90s. He was in cohorts with Mr Roberts.