Posts by Robyn Gallagher
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My favourite neighbours from my old flat in Mt Eden.
The couple of on the left
An incredibly good-looking Christian married couple, who rowed all the time. Once the husband accused the wife of hiding his hat, based on her previously commenting that she didn't like it. He demanded to know where she's hidden it, threatening to break an ornament if she didn't tell him. He counted to 10, she didn't tell him, he smashed the ornament. She sighed and said, "I can't believe you did that." They later moved to a cheap South Auckland suburb.
Another time he wanted to organise a Christian music festival. He enthusiastically told her of his plans for the bands, and that food and drink could be provided by a hotdog truck and an espresso cart. She made supportive noises, but never quite told him what he obviously wanted to hear, that it was a great idea.
The couple on the right
Rooters. They rooted almost every day. I'd know they were rooting because they'd either play loud music for 10-15 minutes, or if it was later at night, I'd hear the bed slamming against the wall. Doof, doof, doof, doof, doof, doof, doof, doof.
Then one moring, the guy asked the girl to marry him. He said, "[Rootette], you are my life; be my wife. Will you marry me?" This happened just outside my bedroom window. I managed to not lol.
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But yeah, in a perfect world, people making drug policy would be able to be honest about past use without it being game-ending.
Does anyone else remember in 1999 when a large number of MPs - including Helen - admitted to having previously smoked pot?
My memory of the details is a little fuzzy (shut up), but I'm sure it was motivated by some sort of drug discussion, which lead to lots of MPs admitting to having sparked up in their university days.
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I'll be very interested in what the Naval and Family pub, Urge Bar, and Family nightclub will have in store as entertainment for the great mass of rugby fans wandering down K'rd....
You know, I'm sure there'll be more than a few rugbyhead gays enjoying the World Cup.
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I've enjoyed these futbol posts, and I don't really know much about it, other than it is quite fun at times. Cheers, lads.
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What was Paul Holmes thinking when he wrote this:
So the sheds of Queen's Wharf are not the hill to die on. They are just not worth it. They are an eyesore. [...] I rented for a few months an apartment on Princes Wharf that overlooked them.
Because when you look upon the old sheds on Wellington's Queens Wharf, even on a good day they look a bit dull from above.
But while an aerial view of a building is somewhat important in these days of Sky Towers, highrise buildings and Google Earth, what's more important is what the building looks like on the ground. At a human scale. Because it's humans who will be using these buildings.
And on the ground, the Wellington sheds are lovely.
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I have a theory about why Party Central is such a mess. The National Government hasn't ever really partied. Not that hard-as, break of dawn, where's-my-shoe kind of partying. They're far too busy for that.
What they think of is partying is corporate events - a table draped with a white tablecloth, on which is a range of complimentary drinks: white wine, red wine, beer and orange juice. In the distance, a covers band plays "Love Shack". After a few hours, people may dance.
So that's all they think a party needs to be, and aren't planning for anything better or more interesting.
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Do you think John Key has ever actually partied? Like, real hard-as?
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If I had the opportunity, I would travel to Fiji, but I wouldn't squirrel myself away in a resort. My modus operandi for travel is to get out and about, to explore the streets, to find the detail in the ordinary.
I'd want to come away with a bit of understanding as to what it is to live in Fiji in 2010.
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Taiwanese newspaper Apple Daily have done another of their news story animations. This time it's Al Gore and the masseuse:
More or less safe for work, by the way.
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I had Leo the Late Bloomer as a child! Mum had bought it at the enthusiastic recommendation of an aunt, but later realised that the book had been more beneficial to the aunt than to my allegedly "late blooming" cousin, or me and my bro.
I just thought it was a nice story about a tiger with some cool illustrations.
Also, The Creative Hub sounds brilliant. I wish there was something like that in Wellington!