Hamish of Featherston, sock entrepreneur, shadowy beer manufacturer and part time economist demanded the return of my sometimes self-indulgent, occasionally amusing, but always mildly offensive rants. Given that I have moved to the Commission of Commissions (an entity set up in a panic to regulate the multitude of Commissions set up in the early 2000s by a well meaning but ultimately madcap Minister) I can happily oblige.
Island Bay has remained much the same. Champagne socialists abound. They are only occasionally troubled by loony’s who have strayed too far from the spiritual home of fruitcakes, Newtown. The other day I saw a bloke in Newtown with a tee-shirt proclaiming "Newtown is shit". I had to agree. The tee-shirt could have been improved with a message on the back saying "but at least I don't live in Karori".
As always, there is much fun to be had in the Island Bay New World supermarket. Just last week a well meaning old crone stopped to admire my 1.5 year daughter. Her exact words "She is gorgeous, you must have a very beautiful wife". This could be construed as implying that I am physically unappealing leading to surprise at the relative and very surprising attractiveness of my daughter. While the aforementioned old crone might have lost all ability to filter socially inappropriate comments, she had the defence of truth. I smiled politely and indicated that the adult diapers were in aisle 3. She was momentarily alarmed, but slowly made her way to aisle 3. I love old people.
DeanoDad, your blogs are always self-indulgent, never amusing and not nearly offensive. Also, in New Zealand we call them nappies, so your elderly friend wasn't going to aisle 3 for that reason; so your premise in entirely wrong.
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