Posts by Emma Hart
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Yes, which is why I like the policy in theory only. I'm presuming National are only forcing DPB beneficiaries to work/train 15 hours a week within that 9am-3pm window (effectively 9.30-2.30 if you allow time to drop off and pick up the kid/s)
And not in the 14 weeks a year the kids are on holiday, right?
Wait: I thought you said you weren't good with numbers.
Yeah, I lied.
But not to my doctor.
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which is an irony, considering how often he's heard it...
Wow, Che, is there something you want to tell us?
BTW, even I wasn't anticipating lowering the bar this far this fast.
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Asking sickness beneficiaries to be examined by a total stranger to see if their story checks out (wouldn't you find it a little humiliating?)
It's hugely stressful, that's for sure. Especially when your actual doctor is an expert in your condition, but the designated doctor you get sent to doesn't 'believe' in it.
And what happens then? What do you do with the people you kick off benefits for not 'complying'? Let them starve?
Abatement rates are fabulous things. It's changed a bit now, but back in the mid-nineties, we horrified a guy at WINZ by sitting down with him and doing the maths on a piece of paper. At the point where for every dollar we earned, we lost $1.05, he yelled 'that can't be right', and did the maths again himself.
When we went back two weeks later he'd resigned.
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Whoops. Too fast off the block. Welcome Emma!
That's okay, Phil, it happens to everyone.
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I'd feel compelled to miss the wrestling.
I'd feel curiously compelled to watch the wrestling.
And I do have the sneaking suspicion some of the three day eventers love their top hats.
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Far and away the best wedding I've been to.
I knew getting the Scottish in-laws to pay for the piss was a good move. It took us weeks to drink all that.
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Same here, but working out anniversaries can be tricky. At least weddings mark a line in the sand.
Our civil universary is the same date as our previously-celebrated coughmumble anniversary. Karl swears I made this the first of the month so that he wouldn't get advance warning before turning over the calendar page.
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and when I do they tend to be odd
I have just now received a message from one of my writing partners telling me she's off to a hand-fasting, and if she's not back by the end of the week she's probably still lost in a forest in Hereford somewhere.
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I don't know what she thinks I want in a wedding, but meringue-shaped dresses and a tonne of roses are most definitely not involved. Seriously. Ew.
Oddly, this is what my mother thought I wanted in a wedding. And little girls, to strew the rose petals in my path as I walked down the aisle.
My wedding was a blast. I'm told this by the few reliable witnesses sober enough to remember. My mother was horrified to find me sitting on the back lawn of the venue with my dress yanked up to my knees smoking a celebratory cigar. I have to assume she was even more horrified a couple of hours later when I leaned across the table to talk to someone and accidentally smeared chocolate mousse all over my left breast.
So the second time around, when we got civilly unioned, we didn't invite her. Or anybody else, for that matter.
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and chicks love it , I don’t know why
Nor do I, but then I don't know any chicks who love it. I think it's appalling exploitative drivel, and I think Vicki Hyde agrees.
Of course, I also think Jeremy Wells would write terrific children's books, so there's probably some zeitgeisty thing I'm missing.