I remember Ray telling us the Island of Real couldn't fit all the people who tried to get in each weekend...
There was a dodgy theory that the Island was popular with students because it had carpet on the floor like at Mum & Dad's.
Courtesy of the youngers,listening to a fair bit of contemporary music - from pop to anti-folk. There seems to be a deep vein of sadness, wistfulness, and irony gentle or savage, running through most of it. Feels in striking contrast to the optimism (and anger) of 60s music, for example.
How about some feel-good Javanese metal? Several decades of imbibing Smoke on the Water with their mothers' milk doesn't seem to have done these kids any harm.
Silly old men give old men a bad name.
"Show Barry some fucking respect." (Scroll down to "I hate being scooped".)
Thats him 2nd from the right
Spooky, considering he'd have been barely 5 years old, though those reptilians really hit the ground running once they're out of the egg.
BTW the Wall of Surf party outpolled the Communist League and Blokes' Liberation in the 1990 election, though there's been no suggested Key connection AFAIK.
The cyanide can kill the photographer if they fuck it all up by adding the sulfuric acid at the wrong time. But the photograph it self isn’t going to have any halmfull residual cyanide.
I guess some people never really got over those primary school stories about the kids who died of lead poisoning after being jabbed with the lead of a pencil.
You'd have been better off with maybe fresh Thai birdseye chillis – cheap at Avondale Markets, less cheap but available with various other varieties (although maybe not out of season) at Farro.
IMHE these freeze beautifully, making them a nice candidate for container growing if your gardening options are limited. While they turn squishy when thawed they seem otherwise unimpaired by freezing. They can be easily cleaned by slicing them lengthwise while still hard frozen and stripping the seeds out.
I've never heard him called that before...
I thoroughly recommend reading the comments section on the Kiwiblog post on this matter.
Kiwiblog is like having a webcam in a tankful of giant hissing cockroaches. While their antics have little effect on the course of events, they provide Reepicheep - and you too, it would seem - with hours of online fun.
Without clearly citing it he's just spouting vacuous rubbish.
"The mark of Satan is upon them..."
I wonder if there’ll be a response from the insurance companies.
There's been this.