Could go on a tee-shirt.
Joe Wylie again?
While I know that's intended as some kind of compliment, I must point out that I've long since been obsoleted by this sort of cheap gadget.
Meanwhile there's an army truck outside, and Avonside Drive is swarming with shovel-wielding soldiers.
Actually, it does look a bit Ford Madox Brown, right down to the idle bystanders (me?). Spooky.
Those old-school phones are a must-have. Surprising how many people thought the phones were out.
Slater is regarded as a rather sad embarrassment.
Known in National Party 'circles' as "the octopus", on account of his poisonous blue ring.
. . . a seriously giant sinkhole.
Here in the flat South, big enough to disappear a couple of 8-year-olds is considered giant.
That aftershock just now had a rather disturbing rolling quality. Next door's cat has taken it rather badly and vamoosed once more. I wonder where they go?
I keep hearing about kids being extremely annoyed with the earthquake, which is certainly better than being scared.
That seems to kick in once the novelty fades. Initially it's like it's snowed, only much more so. Rubberneckers are still coming from all over to check out the giant sinkhole in the street here. The kids all seem to go for total immersion and want to get right down into it. I can hear their delighted squeals right now as they discover how deep it really is.
Which is a worry with aftershocks still happening.
Was anything in Christchurch not damaged? I've heard rumours.
You can go for blocks through the city fringe areas of small factories etc. and never know there'd been a natural disaster. Anything reinforced concrete seems unaffected. Then you turn a corner and there's bricks (always bricks) all over the footpath, just like you see in the pictures.
Liquefaction - what happens when you push one of your feet around in the wet sand on a beach and as a consequence the previously solid-feeling sand "liquefies", your foot sinks into it and water is squeezed out to the surface . . . Meanwhile any foundation strength of buildings thereon ...
Thanks Chris, most illuminating. Around here you often get a sort of reverberating wobble through the ground when a bus goes by. Although it happened under the cover of darkness it would have been an amazing sight, all those jets of high-pressure slurry spurting high into the air.
He's a tough one, I'm sure he'll surface.
Um, I hope so.
The power must be back on in his neck of the woods by now.
@ Joe Wylie: Is that pic of 'mud volcano' whats meant meant by 'liquifaction' .. or something less technical?
I'd imagine so, though not in the Robert Herrick usage of the word, i.e
Whenas in silks my Julia goes,
Then, then, methinks, how sweetly flows
That liquefaction of her clothes.
They seem to have shot up all over close to the river, as though driven by ground water under extreme pressure. Sizes range from about as big as a dinner plate to a couple of metres wide. There are a number of alternative theories, including that they're an omen of Elvis's second coming, but you know what Christchurch is like.
Here I sit in a coffin full of shit
As she knits guillotines for the epileptic fit
That killed me
Toy Love / Chris Knox, Good Old Joe