Posts by JackElder
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Just to check - what time are people likely to start drinking? And can anyone give me a rough estimate of the probably condition of the spectators by about, say, 9pm at the pub? I'm unlikely to make it prior to that - a profound disinterest in cricket combines with the need to be at work that day, then get the kids fed & to bed - and I'd be keen to avoid a re-run of the last Wellington PAS get-together I attended, where I made a point of introducing myself to several people, including conducting some protracted conversations featuring what I considered at the time to be a high-functioning level of dialogue from all parties, but where it turns out that the people have absolutely no recollection of the event.
Which is to say: please don't get unable to walk by 9pm, I'd like people to remember meeting me this time. ;)
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I've had a couple of mates who've just ripped through in less than a day. Solves the accommodation problem but kind of defeats the point :)
I was about to say. It's only 150km end-to-end; even on a mountain bike, that's just one reasonably long day, isn't it? ;)
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Ha ho! Bromeliads FTW!
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velcro cycling gear
As a cyclist, I'd like to say that there's no way I'd choose to venture out in velcro. It's just asking to get into a sticky situation.
But even stepping past the obvious joke - 2nd hand cycling shorts: yuk. I'd have to be pretty fucking strapped for cash to consider buying 2nd-hand underwear, which is functionally what bike shorts are.
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One thing that my local brewery in the UK (the Milton Brewery) did that I thought was great was sell beer by the polypin. That's a 36-pint plastic bladder, basically the "huge bladder" that Yalnikim mentions above. Excellent for parties where you wanted to serve decent beer in reasonable volumes. I've yet to see anything similar in NZ, but I think it'd be a pretty good seller. Anyone know of such a thing commercially available in NZ? Or is it, like pork and stilton sausages, a little thing from the UK that I'm just going to have to think back upon with a hint of sadness?
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I serviced a customer once.
If you know what I mean.
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Dancing maybe, but fish?
It's Friday, man.
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My issue is more "you know I drink, but do you really need to see photos of me singing a karaoke duet of Extreme with a lampshade on my head and a cigarette in my hand"
And that's before you even get to those photos with the policewoman on the City to Sea bridge.
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I have so much family following me on Facebook now, that my rule is "would I want my mum to see this?"
Which is just one reason why I'm not on facebook. This sort of thing is a stock in trade of sites like Failbooking (see here for some particularly egregious examples).
Actually, my general rule is that anyone I work with is likely to google me at some point. There's often a bit of confusion over my namesake, but eventually a surprising number of people find either my blog or twitter. I know several people who have pseudonymous "venting" blogs for precisely this reason.
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On the basis of the comments here, it seems that a decent civil emergency is all NZ needs to push us over the line into a nation of practical gourmets.