Posts by recordari
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Actually, if the Pacific Islands can guarantee good coverage, given that I'll be watching it on TV anyway, might as well be on an Island in the sun drinking pina coladas. I've half a mind to start a tour group. No bloody yoga though.
Maybe that would create a rugbyhead deficit?
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You're never actually IN Auckland, are you?
I'm often here, unless I'm there. Sometimes I'm neither here nor there. Which usually means I'm in Wellington.
ETA. Seems like an age away that day. Is it cricket season yet?
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You haven't been to many PAS gatherings, have you?
Hey, that's not cricket!
Well, no actually, and I have to be in Chch during the next one, so missing another opportunity. Wait, that sounds a bit sordid.
PAS. You scare my pants off sometimes.
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"lady friends" to visit, and would get in them in the mood by playing Shirley Bassey records at window-rattling volume.
If you're going to write pieces of great hilarity, no need to amplify it with pure Freudian gold.
Our worst neighbours ruined our first home, which was, we thought at the time, a real score of an apartment in a quiet Parnell street. At first we were pleased when the shift working nurses moved out, as the alarm going at 3am followed by 'wake-up' music was getting a little tiresome.
Then along came the East-end Brothers. They liked hard house, had nice shiny skinheads, and partied until dawn. What clinched it was one night at 1am, feeling braver than usual, I went down stairs and politely asked them to STFU. Brother one seemed quite sedate for a change, but the bleeding cut on his head was a little off-putting. He said 'yeah sorry, just got back from the police cells after I head-butted one of me mates'.
At this point I encouraged them to have a pleasant evening and returned to behind the deadlocked door.
We sold the apartment soon after, and the real estate agent told us the young guy who bought it, after getting plastered one night and losing his keys, climbed in the bathroom window, fell head first into the bath, knocking himself unconscious, and slept the rest of the night where he lay.
I'm sure the new neighbours got on like a house on fire.
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PAS. We keep it in our pants?
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(ETA. I've done it again: inaugurated a new page with a distressingly stupid comment.)
If I had a dollar for every time I've done that, I'd be able to buy another belt so as to keep my pants up.
ETA. Snap. It is really a statistical improbability that all three of us do this, so I'm gonna accept that it's not me, it's you ;-)
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PAS. Pants: the long and the short of it.
Stopping now.
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PAS. Real people with real pants.
Hope the holiday goes well Sue.
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Glad we got past the derailing and back to pants. I have a pretty good record with pants, it's the belts that let me down. It's that change over thing, where you only have one belt, but many pants.
Lucky we're not in Australia.
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A review of Julia Deans Modern Fables. Kinda deadpan. Actually, that might be an understatement, but he sure likes it...