Posts by Jackie Clark
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@Tracey - send me your email address and I will send the article to you
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Oh and chooser, we will get you over for dinner and my shout.xx
Ooh, me too, me too. Without the whiskey stuff, though. Too many great conversations to have, interrupted always by leaving.
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And I thought the Wall fell in '90. I vividly remember watching it on telly. I was definitely in Switzerland. I remember Pink Floyd playing. And now I find out - thankyou google - that actually it was the aforementioned 1990, July in fact, that the Floyd played at the Wall 8 months after it fell. 1989, I apologise sincerely.
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1990 stands out for me for a couple of reasons. I was in Switzerland in a little place called Vevey. It was also the year that Princess Caroline of Monaco's second husband died, and, I believe, the year that Kuwait was invaded. I watched these events on French TV as I stared out across Lac Leman at the French Alps and yearned for home. And until 12 minutes ago, or so, I thought that it was 1989. In fact it was 1990. A very very interesting year - did you know, for example that it was the year that the NZ Navy stopped the distribution of the free tot of rum? - but it wasn't 1989. As you were.
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I read the article finally, and just one thing occurs to me. The man who wrote "The Rope of Man" - which along with Bone People, and Human Remains is one of my favourite NZ books - doesn't need to stoop to this sort of stuff. Sad, and stupid.
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Have emailed you, Deborah.
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Oh Ben, that is something. And Jolisa, I have my Listener here, but I will read it tomorrow morning and savour it.
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Aside: among the greater things I regret about Dad's passing was that we did not record his 'Fun'eral as an instructional video.
HOWTO: Secular White Man's Funeral.
Oh it's a shitter that we don't have the clarity of mind to think of these things at the time, Ben. But then, when anyone we love dies, we have bigger fish to fry. LIke how to get through the next few weeks, never mind the funeral, without collapsing into a puddle of sorrow.
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I'd get Emma to sign her book for me too but I'm too scared of her to ask.
Oh Bart, I'm harmless.
Do you know, Bart, Emma is the sweetest sweetie of all. Truly. Soft and sharp coexist in a perfect harmony that makes our Emma a true joy.
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I know that being called fat really isn't such a bad thing at all, no matter how it's intentioned.
Justement, Joanna. In going to the gym as much as I do, in the last 6 months, I have had to make sure that my core beliefs around body image, and my espousal of those beliefs, is something that I still adhere to. I still love my fat, but I am learning to love my muscle just as much.