Posts by giovanni tiso
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The game can't finish in a tie, Brown, don't be sophist. Oh, wait, I started it...
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Wikipedia page on the two instances of a tie in the history of test cricket.
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<That can happen in any form of the game.
Except in 20-20. (So long as we're splitting these particular hairs).
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That's nothing. "Girl, 12, sends 300 sex photos" has been among Stuff's "Today most viewed" since June last year.
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It could have been Chitty Chitty Bang Bang
Found it! It was actually Fantomas contre Scotland Yard, 1964. And this is the image that so impressed my young mind.
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The stories that car could tell...
This is one of my earliest memories, and possibly fallacious... but I think there was a tv series in the seventies when that very car could fly thanks to nifty retractable wings. So anyway a family friend had one and during a holiday together I insisted to be allowed to ride on it and was very disappointed when we stayed on the road instead of taking off.
Still my favourite car. But hey, I don't even drive, so it's a very platonic love.
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I am somewhat ashamed to admit my first thought was "wait, people reproducein Taihape?"
You ought to have been, Taihape is lovely.
Admittedly, though it's where we break the trip back from the Waikato, so pretty much any place would look like a utopian dream city.
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Shamelessly stolen from Fascisti su Marte!
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Happy New Year, everybody. This was going to be the holiday when I finally visited Auckland, but our youngest was sick so we had to come back early and bypass the fair city. It's like there's a force field that keeps me away from the place.
(I promptly posted this on the wrong thread. Start the new year by highlighting how you still cannot work the Internet was one of my resolutions anyhow.)
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Lovely post. My road of childhood is the one that links Milan to the southeastern corner of Lombardy, and you're dead right, what is it about the searing heat of summer that fixes that seasonal image in the mind? Except I also remember it every few winters under an impenetrable blanket of fog, when we could traverse it only because my fater happened to have memorised every single turn in the 200km route. (GPS my ass.)