Posts by Jackie Clark
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Does no one else question why and when people started seeing shopping as a hobby? It drives me MAD. And yes, I did mean to shout.
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Speaker: Dancing with Dingoes, Part II, in reply to Joe Wylie,
I loved our Muscovy duck - we didn't take her home with us. We'd just go and visit her every day and spend time with her. I don't even remember her name, and I can't even remember whether she just wandered off one day, or died. Horrendous human I am.
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Here's where I was brought up. If you zoom in, there's a tract of land between Northcote Rd and Rangitira Ave. That was Smale's.
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I don't know about Hipsters, but if the Wgtn peeps are anything like the Auckland peeps, there's an awful lot of erudition around. I just sit quietly. It's better that way.
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I'm not big on Facebook anymore - you get more info from Twitter, really. I had thought of discontinuing my facebook page, but for the fact that it's the only way I ever hear from my bro in Berlin. As for friends etc, most of mine are people I know and even if I don't see them very often, it can be a way of catching up on whatever they're up to without actually having to make contact with them. How sad is that?
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Speaker: Dancing with Dingoes, Part II, in reply to sally jones,
that was Smale's land, Sally, but the quarry was actually across Taharoto Rd on the other side. They owned all that land between there, and the Rowing Club. There was an old quarry too off to the side of the rowing club that was filled with water. Old cars and all sorts down there, so we were never allowed to swim down there. We did used to swim in the lake, but more out in the middle. Away from nipping eels and choking weeds.
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This here is a prime example of twatcockery. When you read the morning paper, and it makes you choke with rage? Yes. Twatcockery.
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Speaker: Dancing with Dingoes, Part II, in reply to sally jones,
M (the OH) takes the boys to jump off the jetty into Lake Pupuke.
I was brought up in Rangitira Ave in Takkers. At the back of us was Smales quarry land, which comprised the backyards of all the houses on our side of the street. From the back gate, it was a hop skip and jump down through the Crumps to the lake, where we spent many hours. We swam in our swimming pool, but the lake was the site of much eel catching, and wading around, and we even had a pet Muscovy duck that lived on a weeny island between us and the rowing club.
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Also, I say “twotcock”.
Moi aussi.
Also, I’m a ‘twat to rhyme with hat’ person.
I reserve that pronunciation of the word for men I don’t like. No, okay. Who I hate.
The only other suggestion that is even close is cuntbiscuit (HT Hadyn)
Ms Manners aka Craig will not be happy with me, (and I promise never to use it around you, my beloved) but I love, love, love the C word. I know there are many who despise the word, and yes, it has complexities around it, vis a vis gender inequity. But as I said, I am hopelessly scatalogical. And I do love a good swear word. Or 50.