Posts by Rob Hosking
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Why not Jason? Always liked the idea of a Prince Jason, or a King Jason. Its a name with an honourable heritage, going all the way back to the Argonauts.
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Do The Bats have groupies? Hopefully with plaster casting skills?
What would all the neighbours say?
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Good god its turned into the Todger Dialogue here.
You can't push Willy where Willy won't go:
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And there was me thinking the Cato Institute was named after Clouseau's manservant.
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It's hard to feel sad when you're wielding a chainsaw, I've always found,
This is a Great Insight. You've got the start to a Self Help book, right there.
Finally spoke to friends of mine in Lyttleton last night. They've calculated they can sleep through aftershocks up to around 4.5, 4.6. Anything more and they're up with their nerves going Clang.
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In thinking of sites of fires and flammable goods, my immediate thoughts turned to Whisky Galore.
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Darwin Awards of some guy who ate a lot of baked beans, got drunk, feel asleep in a small room with no windows and a closed door and actually died of his own farts
That must have been a lot of baked beans.
The reason I say this is because of a guy in my patrol at a 10 day Scout jamboree when I was 12.
Each patrol had one of those 10 by 10 canvas tents, pitched on the Oamaru racecourse. Six knobbly kneeed 12 to 14 year olds crammed into each one.
This bloke, who was from Pokeno, was the deputy patrol leader and chronic farter. After a wave of complaints after the first two nights, he solved the problem by snuggling down in his sleeping bag and pulling the toggle tight over his head, making the sleeping bag airtight.
If you got up in the night for a leak, you could hear what sounded like muffled ripping calico cloth from the general vicinity of his corner of the tent, which was quarantined off by everyone else's packs.
He'd wake in the morning, unzip his sleeping bag, and the whole lot would come roiling out. It became a race to get out of the tent before he woke up, otherwise you couldn't taste anything for the rest of the day and any incipient hairs on your chin died.
He got puffed easily on the overnight tramp, which wasn't all that surprising. Hate to think of the state of his lungs.
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Syzygy? Sounds more like a magazine for women who get excited when they win at Scrabble.
It was the title of an X Files episode. That's all I know about it.
What makes people want to be dentists? In all seriousness.
Well, I'm going with the idea behind this:
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For the record I don't recall Emma behaving like a drunken slutty extrovert when I was around.
I'm sure I would have noticed. Reasonably sure, anyway. Well. A bit sure.
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But Billy Idol's Dancing With Myself, that IS about wanking, right
Every Billy Idol song is about wanking, I believe.
Scored 29 on that test. But much of how I am in social situations depends on my mood. Sometimes very exuberant, other times very quiet. I don't think I'm alone in that.The one constant though is dancing, which I just can't do.
And on the Myers Briggs thing, I'm an INFP, and probably should be a counsellor or a clergyman or an academic rather than a journalist.