Posts by Cecelia
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Love my books. Still have a small clump of my uni texts from the 60s including Contes Du Lundi (plastic wrapped) and Introduction to Old Norse (!). Never look at them but ... one day.
Thanks for the free book link, Geoff - it's a real treat.
And The Room. Had to buy it. I don't drink so I figure that buying me a new book every now and then is like a bottle of good wine:)
Have you read Jonathan Franzen's Freedom? I finished it yesterday, read it quickly and have what I think is referred to as a "book hangover".
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I seem to be getting a little paranoid. Particularly with respect to possible dissing of guest writers on Public Address.
The suspected dissing was a comparison of yours and Sally's writing styles? There is a similarity - both outrageously funny and droll. Both have that self-deprecating humour that draws us into the - I don't know - the humanity of it all. Perhaps David is less pubic and less public too.
Whatever the factor is I enjoy it greatly although Sally's "first job" took me out of my comfort zone. I kept thinking, where is this going, oh no - and then - oh, that's okay.
There's nothing better than sitting at your computer and laughing out loud.
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Perhaps we should be thankful that beauty and grace can still come out of the broken places in this world.
I have some reservations about Fairburn as a person too. But he gave us one of our favourite family jokes: “The squalid tea of Mercer is not strained.” Every time we drove through Mercer his words would come to mind – especially poignant considering I can vaguely remember the Limited Express days and the thick white railway cups and strong tea leaf tea. Sort of spoiled Portia’s speech for me though.
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Couldn't get into Gen Kill, Recordari - even though it had Ziggy in it.
And, people, if some posters are not on the PAS wavelength, why not just politely ignore them after the first skirmish?
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True dat. I rejoiced when I saw it too. I'm an old mum but I loved The Wire.
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We lived in Campbell's Bay and Dad worked on the wharves. He got the bus to Bayswater and then the ferry. He carried his lunch in a gladstone bag (I can still see that bag) and wore formal clothes because he didn't want people to know he was a wharfie.
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I was an Aucklander, there were commuters sprinting for buses, trams and trains and most athletic of all the ferry catchers, often with hats, coats and gladstone bags, racing down the wharves and leaping aboard with a ritualistic disregard of gangways.
Same. We could teach these young'uns a thing or two.
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Happy birthday to your mother, Russell. And best wishes to your sister.
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http://www.stuff.co.nz/dominion-post/opinion/tom-scott-cartoons/
Tom Scott made a point.
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What we used to call the sick bay at school is now the Wellness Centre. The euphemistic blah of it grates ...
And wellness ain't really a word