I like the idea of a 5 year moratorium on whatever flag "wins" and then decide if you like it. Should also include the result of the current flag "winning" this time round.
At least it feels like summer is nearly here . Across the straits fire is brewing. But here in the Pine Valley the grass is still growing. Looking forward to New Year at Castle Point. A merry Xmas and a substantial new year to you Russell.
THE FLAG VOTE IS OUT. THE FLAG VOTE IS OUT.
THE FLAG VOTE IS OUT. THE FLAG VOTE IS OUT.
"As a victim of sexual violence......"
"Leave the chamber"
And the ritual stirring in of thruppences. Then my uncle (younger than me BTW) and me would spend the after dinner match to get the most loot out of the pudding.
Alas, all I remember is the concrete playing "fields" and the high windows. Mum and Aunt did Dux things at South Int as well!
Stories of Home. I have been on the same piece of property now since February 1978. It had a cottage on the flat back part of the section that we rented off the bloke up the back who built his own house up there. Foolishly – or otherwise – we built the house that we are still in. Everything. Window joinery the lot. The hole was dug for the foundation the day before Xmas 1982 three months after coming back from a year in Antarctica. Our kids were born here and have now left here. We are left with the original (Fiona Christeller designed) home plus an extension that we deemed useful for the kids. We are thinking of downsizing. We have a renovated bathroom and are looking at a new kitchen. Given that is coming close to 34 years it makes a fascinating comparison to my first 34 years.
I was born in ChCh, Islington, Mortlake St. The old man worked as a solo slaughterman at the works. When I was five we moved to Little River (Cooptown actually) where he was the Farmers Coop stock agent for the Peninsula. Our phone number was “Number 1 Little River”. I kid you not. we moved to Maramarua in 1960 but in between I spent 2 weeks at Sydenham School with my uncle who was 6 months younger than me. This was the school my Mum and Aunt were Dux of a few years earlier. After 18 months at Maramarua we moved to Buckland. The school at the end of the Pukekohe Racetrack Back Straight. 18 months later a move to Puni school for the last 6 months of primary school. Merv Wellington came out to sort out my High School courses. He looked at the Buckland school report of 6 months prior which pointed me to Agriculture/General. He looked at Puni School report of 1 week prior which suggested an Academic (French/Latin) stream. He was very perplexed. We compromised and I took French and “Modern”.
In there you will find six primary schools and six houses. All before secondary school. My writing is atrocious. Printing, cursive, italics, printing and back again over those schools, Fountain pen, biro, pencil.
I am quite pleased my kids had one Home – and one primary school.
I have to say that Little River still has fond memories. Tumbledown Bay for the fishing, the local park for the cricket and Apex Icecream from Mr Vaughn’s corner dairy, and being thrashed by Mr Harley for busting branches off the trees for sword play at the two room school. I was the last one to break one off and paid the price. The pedal dental drill that tortured us when the power regularly went off. For Guy Fawkes the local kids would cut some manuka from the nearby bush for the community bonfire (bush all gone now) and we would slide down the hills in cardboard boxes. Then came Auckland Uni for one year before getting the job at DSIR in Lower Hutt. Flat shifting and marrying the flatmate’s sister. Moving through another 3 flats until heading for Canada for a year on a scholarship. Living in a pup tent for 3 months as we cycled across Canada. Moving into a friends house for 3 months, finding another flat for 3 months then finally arriving at the cottage.
I’m glad my kids have One Home.
They are now moving around the world and sorting out their lives. It is great watching it happen.
She has never been beaten and has won all of her fights by knockout or submission.
And this is a sport? Beat the effing brains out of another human for the sake of a few bucks? At least rugby is beginning to understand the effects of brain trauma. These goons (Female and male) need their freaking head read. Hmmm....nothing much to read anyway.
IMH but warped O.
I don’t believe Australia has ever lost an international championship in Aussie Rules.
Don't they play a "World Series" of Aussie Rules just like the USA Play a "World Series" in Baseball??
It is a serious sport isn't it?