Your honour,
I’m appalled that you let the GE Moratorium be lifted considering the vast public opposition. When did you and your party constituants stop representing the opinions of New Zealand?
Losing faith in the abilities of democracy in New Zealand,
Brett Taylor
Mr Scruff Replys!
The Scruff replied to the email I sent him:
Hi brett
You may have received a reply already, so apologies if that is the case. I
just wanted to say thank you for your support and kind words, I had a
fantastic time at studio nine, and can’t wait to get out to NZ again, you
are all lovely mellow soulful people who know how to party (and that love of
reggae and loud basslines helps too!).All the best!
Andy scruff
Hot Pot Show
with Mr. Scruff & Treva Whateva
Every Friday night/Saturday morning, 1-2am
on Key 103 (Manchester)
Overflowing Undertaking
So I take the day off of work to prepare to go to Uncle Grahams funeral. I have a few loads of washing that need doing, so I set about doing them. One load, washed, dried — this load is most of what I’m taking with me clothes-wise to the Wairarapa.
Second load while the first load is drying in the dryer — it overflows. Now when washers in NZ are finished with the water they use to wash, it usually goes into the drain. When things go wrong, they don’t overflow into the drain, they overflow onto the floor. So after the load is finished, I go upstairs to the laundry.
The whole bathroom/laundry is flooded to a level that covers my big toe. And it’s started to seep out to the carpet in the hallway.
“We need towels, lots of towels”.
So being the only one home, I grab the most absorbent towels I can find, and some towels that suck at holding water, pull a towel or two out of the dryer and get cracking. Put the towels on the ground, the most absorbant ones on the threshold to the bathroom. wait till they soak up as much water as they can, wring towels out in the shower compartment. Repeat.
Half hour later the water level is down to a dampening on the linoleum floor. Phew. Disaster averted. Which really wasn’t that bad after all.
He’s dead, Jim.
Uncle Graham died this morning at 4am.
Rest In Peace
I’d put his full name and year of birth and stuff up, if I knew it.
Cancer sucks
Looks like I’m going to be taking some bereavement leave soon. My Uncle Graham (Mum’s brother) is dying of liver and pancreas cancer. I never really knew him. My Mum is pretty cut up. He doesn’t have long to live. Mum got a call a couple of days ago giving him 12 hours to live, but he’s still alive. He’s holding on — stubborn I guess.
It’s going to be interesting. Graham wants his funeral on the local marae (Māori tribal complex) as his wife is Māori. Apparently Stuart my brother isn’t too keen about it. But we have to be there for Mum, it’s gonna be tough for her.
My heart goes out to you Graham. Wish I had gotten to know you better.
