Posts by Dinah Dunavan
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The Foodlands in Kaikorai Valley (Dunedin for the geographically challenged) has the best fruit and vege prices around. Nearly always 10-50% cheaper than any of the supermarkets. I understand that there is a similar store in North East Valley.
Last year they had 99cent pineapples while the supermarkets were selling them at $2.99-5.99. In January the tomatoes were 99cents a kilo, about as cheap as I've seen tomatoes outside of Edgecumbe.
As far as I can judge the Kaikorai store buys the bottom of the barrel stuff from the auction. So sometimes the fruit is a bit squishy but I don't mind ripe fruit.
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I was born with eyelashes that curled into my eyes rather than out. After a few months of misery they (whoever they were) worked out why I had such red eyes and operated. I've been told the doctor cut out the eyelashes and turned them around.
Every now and then an eyelash grows the right way (which is now the wrong way) and pokes me in the eye.
I now go everywhere with tweezers and a mirror so I can pluck any offending eyelash out. You'd be amazed at how easy it is to get used to having things poked in your eyes if the end result is removing a scratchy eyelash. Just got rid of a couple this afternoon.
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why are we using so called experts... to try to dig us out of a hole, when a lot of them will be the bastards that created it in the first place?
It has to be the one thought that keeps popping to the front of my mind too.
Why do we keep asking the people who a year ago predicted that everything was going to be jake with the global economy what they predict will happen now, and how they think we can get out of the crap they and their mates created? It is totally bizarre that these guys have jobs still, let alone that we (not me!) listen to the drivel they spout considering their track record.
Reminds me of sitting listening to the guy from Merrill Lynch telling us that the whole Sub-Prime issue was a storm in a tea cup and ML was strong, and the money was safe. That was a year before ML was 'rescued' from bankruptcy. And some of that group listening to that man still think he is worth listening to and trust him to look after their best interests.
Who is the fool in this picture? The guy earning big $ to gamble with your money, or you? The same goes for government. We (not me!) elected them. What did we expect? Tax cuts and everyone gets a pony?
Mwahahahahhahaha!!!!
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Maybe it was the SF Bathhouse on Willis st that I went to with a couple of mates in the early 80s. We left the pool when a rain-coat man arrived (sans rain-coat). I was really glad they had good showers. Equals my visit to a seedy strip club. Lots of men in the front row in rain-coats and us, as far away from the coats as we could get. We were there to see the one male act (an acquaintance). Chippendales it wasn't.
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I've always operated on a policy, when retelling my life history, to exaggerate slightly (or a lot). That way while everyone is going "oh what a wicked/exciting life you led" I'm quietly thinking "it was actually a lot tamer than that". So I get the rep of being exciting without really having done much that would get me into much trouble (or poor health).
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Damn, I've only just caught up with this post. All those chores to do, cakes to bake.
I just have to add my $3.50 worth (inflation doncha know)
Hugh Grant for steamy affair but Colin Firth for love and marriage. Hugh is definitely cuter but has that tendency to do it with ho's in public.
Emma - was that with two of the three guys at the same time? Just checking.
I got roses one year because boyfriend's mother worked in a florist. And I have been known to make heart shaped pink iced biscuits.
Love those Mills & Boon covers. But what does "Grace before meat" mean! The mind boggles.
Donald, the Special Collections Librarian at Otago, has a thing for trashy covers. He used some of his collection in an exhibition a few years back.
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I've just lost my massive rant about TradeMe. Which I should have written on a piece of paper and then filed it under "Bullshit".
Phew.They'd probably sue me for breach of something if it had gone through.
Miserable NW winds here and not enough rain. Oops. Wind changed to southerly, but still no rain.
Christmas in Wellington was marvelous. Coming home to 26 degrees in Otago even better. Venison from our own (wild) bambi for New Year's dinner and Ric's home brew stout.
A good rain to fill the tanks is all we want now (but not a deluge, please).
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I think the 90s and ERA killed the Long Lunch. In the 80s we loved our LLs (usually LLLs) but after I got a job in gummint and National got back into power, bang, the LLs were over. And many a restaurant struggled.
In the 80s I had drinking buddies who were journos and they drank and smoked most of the day away (then worked all night I suppose?). Then years later I got a job in a news room and not a long lunch or drop of alcohol (and definitely no cigarettes) was to be seen. It felt like the room was full of revovering alcoholics and reformed smokers.
Pity the youf of today who will never experience strolling back to work at 3:30pm in time for afternoon smoko.
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I have very fond memories of wagging school to sit on the grass at the Basin and watch NZ and England play cricket. (I think NZ won, but who cares, not me.)
It doesn't seem like it would be the same experience sitting in a box/tin like stadium. You need sunshine, grass, the knowledge that these are the best days of your life and you aren't in a physics class, and guys pissing on the hill behind you (or maybe not that lat bit).
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One of the benefits of a teacher in the house
Ah, the gestetner. That wonderful smell. I loved going in at the weekend to help make those awful purple copies. Loved getting the copies fresh off the printer from my teachers too.
Sorry, joined this discussion late. Christmas lunches and all that have been occupying my time and energy.
Wagging, Onslow College, Wellington 1979-1983. Hardly ever wagged until the 6th form. Then practically the entire 7th form. Although because school was where everyone was, I tended to wag at shcool. Common room, radio room, - NEVER the library - yuk!