Posts by Rob Hosking
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The last rays of the sun beautifully peep
Round The Eye the South Bank lion ignores stillA Waterloo Sunset? {also triggered because the original 'Lines Composed...' always puts me in mind of the song, and also because its magnificent]
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Main thing for me is books -always bought a lot second hand, and I'm buying more at abebooks.com, an international secondhand books site which acts as a gateway for secondhand book shops around the world.
Never had a bad experience. I've even been able to buy out of print NZ books which have popped up in some obscure store in the middle of the US.
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Hard News: One man’s Meat Puppets is…, in reply to
Jacks's heavily medicated style of delivery had him sounding as if he was about to kark in mid verse
I, for one, would have been immensely cheered had he done so.
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Hard News: One man’s Meat Puppets is…, in reply to
we must discuss this further some time. drinks compulsory
I will need quite a bit of alcohol to be enticed back to that particular phase of my life...
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I think for sheer musical torture/bad associations I haul back to an incident when I was working at the BOP Times. Had to interview someone in Te Puke & was told to take a photographer out as well, not so much for the story, but to take some shots for an advertising feature being run, and paid for, by some local craft business.
I wanted to get away early because of a Very Pressing Social Engagement that evening. It had been some months since my last Very Pressing Social Engagement and I was rather tense about it all.
We got to the local business, he was nowhere near set up for the photos, and we had to stand around while he got ready. Which took ages.
He had the radio on and it was playing a certain song, which he then sang to himself, ad fucking nauseum, while he spent two hours setting the whole thing up. And because he was paying for the feature, we had to hang around.The song? It has minimal merit anyway, to my ears. It was already 10 years old at the time. but it was clearly a favourite of his, and I have regarded it with a venomous loathing ever since.
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Muse: Confound The Ignorant, And Amaze Indeed!, in reply to
Hamlet’s career as an impresario was short, messy and not well-received
Chortle.
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Muse: The Curmudgeon's Guide To The…, in reply to
I suspect Daniel Day Lewis will have more to do in Spielberg’s Lincoln biopic than dispense ghost chips to his drunken senile old bat of a wife.
Well at least he can wheel out the ol' Gettysburg address, or a few of his jokes.
Poor old Denis T/Jim Broadbent didn't have much to fall back on, unless he was going to delve into the 'Dear Bill' letters.
But Broadbent is carving out a nice niche for himself playing the put-upon husband of aging batty English women.
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FWIW I thought the problem with the Iron Lady wasn't Streep's performance - she did stray into caricature at times (the way she walked was very like the Spitting Image version of Thatcher) but The Lady herself became something of a self caricature over time.
It was more that the film was unbalanced, with Streep/Thatcher overwhelming the other performers, who were mostly reduced to uttering feeder lines.
I thought it would have been better if they'd scrapped the supporting cast completely and just had Streep do a - much shorter - solo performance.
Something along the lines of Alan Bennett's 'Talking Heads' series, only perhaps not written by Bennett given his bilious views about Thatcher.
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Hard News: Democracy Night, in reply to
oddly, a little garage at the top of Upoko St.
That odd little garage is a neighbour. He cleans it out every three years. Its where I vote, usually. Its been a polling booth for a long time - there's no public buildings around here, unless you count the public toilet near the top of Mt Vic.
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Hard News: Flying Nun: Thirtysomething, in reply to
Straitjacket Fits: So Long Marianne
I'll drink to that.
And add:
Builders 'Ginger Jar'/'What a Hoombah' single.
Coupla utterly geekish ones: Able Tasmans 'Nelson the Cat' off 'The Tired Sun' EP, and 'Do the Glandy' by the Eric Glandy Big Time something or other Band.