My normal work trousers and an old long-sleeved T-shirt. I get a bit sweaty, but not too much (I change into a less-old shirt at work).
I really can't justify special clothes for it when the old stuff works fine. It's only 20-30 minutes depending on the wind ferocity.
And a high-vis vest that we go for free from my daughter's intermediate school
I recommend spending some time with "The Times" archive from between 1840 and 1907 and reading the editorials, opinions and letters to the Ed. about the Deceased Wife's Sister's Marriage Act in Britain. EXACTLY the same arguments ("unnatural!", "unBiblical!!" "ruination of family life!!!").
And we all know that traditional marriage and family life ended forever in Britain in 1907, don't we?
Some of the arguments are hilarious
I've sent the link to my befuddled ("referendum? what?") colleagues
Just requested that my local library buy "Running the Books". I hope you're getting a % from increased NZ-based sales?
SB's can't even make a hot chocolate that my unsophisticated kids think is good. They always were doomed
I shall trot in to Bruce McKenzie Bookseller and get a copy for my 12 year old - who reads both Gordianus the Finder AND the Warrior Cats
I hope you're getting a cut of the action Jolisa
I had a purple silk frock (not a mere dress) that gave me a cleavage that would pop a heterosexual male's eyeballs right out of his head while concealing the flabby bits. It swished, it swooshed, it was gorgeous and so was I when I wore it. It was the only designer piece I have ever (and will ever) owned and it was worth every penny I paid for it.
All the best! I'm another fan of the public system too
I'm a fan of morphine on a you-controlled drip. Demand it.
And can someone post any updates for those of us who aren't Twits or Tweeters or whatever it is?
"Dave" the bloke who drives the 8:25am 12A bus to Massey Uni.
He'll stop for those he sees frantically running to the bus stop, he waits for people to be seated and doesn't accelerate like he's Lewis Hamilton. And he used to save a big roll of tickets for my son, who loved them.
I bet he's not paid well, and the studentia are prone to "pranks" he must have seen a zillion times, but he is always cheerful and always nice.
In 1993 or 1994 when I was finishing my PhD I discovered the .alt newsgroups. I have NO idea how, the only interwebby access we were meant to have was for molecular biologists checking their DNA sequences on BLAST. And I wasn't one of them. But no matter, I was in love.
In 1994 I got a job in a recently privatised ex-Victorian state government lab. Naturally there was no internet or anything close to it. But there were computers hooked up to telephone lines. Lines with no toll-bars. And somehow (an early "Internet for Dummies"?) I found that if you telnet-ed to the CERN, voila, the internet was there. Text only, but hey who cares? I got my "WYSIWYG NZ News" and I could buy books from America, very cheaply.
The company went bust at the end of '95. Toll bills to Switzerland probably didn't help the bottom line