Posts by Che Tibby
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Was that Chinese go home?
what it was was a slightly aggressive display of chinese nationalism, in downtown wellington.
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ah the water whirler.
it's always reminded me of being very drunk and trying to pee.
lots of rotating hip movements and raking streams of water.
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helen, my love has no boundaries
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Danyl Mclauchlan deserves big ups for his relentless masochism, but trying to have a rational debate with Wishart is an exercise in futility akin to engaging Tom Cruise on dealing with post-partum depression.
indeed. my one trip to wishart-land involving him slipping into a faux-cockney accent as soon as i questioned his comments about me on a post.
this then slipped to taking the piss out of my name, more faux-cockney, and general evasion.
i'd say the guy's one sandwich short of a picnic, but i'm inclined to think the picnic is probably up on a doctors bench somewhere, and the basket is AWOL.
all we're left with is the smell of pickled onions.
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Can I write a Wishartian review based on a warped fantasy of what it might contain?
frankly, your review would likely have a higher market value that wishart's trip through the looking glass.
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@shep: no drama. no-one here's competing for horror stories.
That persistent xenophobic instinct creates irrational hysteria about about 'the stranger' - but as a herd we will apparently do whatever we can not to have to face that knowledge that danger lives a bit closer.
my favourite lyric is dan le sac.
"not every man talking to a kid in a park is a danger.
some people are just nice"
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He got name suppression and a suspended sentence.
yeah, this guy was called peter [something?] and he lived in maketu, BoP. he was an ex-scoutmaster. one of those guys who just work a little too hard to be around boys.
i'm not even sure if he's still alive. but if he is, the wounds i've seen in childhood friends are as fresh as the day he created them. i deliberately don't seek him out, even though i'd like to, for fear of losing the humanity we all foster.
i have to remind myself that it's not even me he hurt.
maybe that's at the heart of the nation outpouring of grief. we see ourselves at the centre of something unthinkable, and it brings us closer to other people in a age when distance is a given, and an expectation.
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I didn’t get molested that day in Taupo. I got delivered back to the scout hall. The tractor never tipped over.
more and more often these days there are times when i think i must have walked through a tunnel of light in my childhood for these type of things to not befall me, when they definitely befell children in my neighbourhood.
the difference between david and myself is that "the car i climbed into" was occupied by a paedophile, but i was still "dropped off back at the clubhouse", unscathed. these days i look at being a pre-teen 6ft mutant as a blessing...
with no kids of my own my concern turns to my nieces, and i do worry. but i don't let that worry become all-consuming? sometime you need the near-miss falling off the tractor to teach you what danger is.
all the best for the exhibition. there's nothing like the knowing that our own troubles are meagre compared to those who aren't given our fortunes, and nothing like the object lesson of our peers suffering to bring a crazy world into focus.
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aherm...
i believe the correct in-joke is </pendant>
</in-joke-established-with-pasystem></pendant>
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Nah. They just have lower standards
i think it's more that wellington is an urban jungle.
some like to use the vines to get about.
personally, i'm a little more pedestrian.