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| Turkey biscuits |
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| Real punky pie |
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| Feastin' |
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| Dave on the ukulele |
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| Hollie on mandolin |
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| Simon the tin-whistler |
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| Tamsin on the fiddle |
Good times.
Thursday, November 28, 2013
The real deal - Thanksgiving revisited
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Did Ruby sing "Dont take your guns to town Boy" ?
In falsetto.
I cant believe you havent commented on the article in the opinion column in yesterdays or the day before Times re dairy farming. I think he was a Federated farmers person. It was a good article but he managed to bring in lots of little irrelevant points to give his points some scare value.
Willy leFrink or thereabouts. I'm all to familiar with Willy's story, having heard it from the horse's mouth. There's nothing new in there and I'm conscious of the desire of my detractors to lable me 'anti-dairy' every time I say 'dairy', so let it slide.
The Federation, eh! Go the farmers' union! Unionists all, Philip. You must feel a swelling of pride when you read their stuff. Are they Communists, do you think, or is that a short-sighted, bigoted, shallow, tribal bit of foolishness to suggest?
Maybe you need to rebrand Robert. The Police did a nice job of changing Police chases into Fleeing drivers. Perhaps anti dairy could become mmm "pro sustainable farming practices".
Farmers will need their union in the next decade or two. The same corporate interests that have, how naturally can I say it, "changed the face" of business and employment in NZ over the last 30 years, have identified the farming sector as a "growth area" that they can "expand into". The end result will look something like the "landed gentry/tenant farmer" setup of a couple of hundred years ago. There are a few people who think that it's a good idea, but it's not.
What bemuses me is that farmers tend to side with corporate interests, and not their end customers, which puts them a real risk, long term. It's in complete ignorance of the advice to "know your enemy..."
But, Philip, I'm not anti-dairy. I milked cows for a season and am I supporter of some of the the dairy-cow-based Biodynamic farming systems. In any case, not many individuals 'brand' themselves. It's usually ones opponents that provide that service. For free. I get 'tree-hugger' a lot and reckon that's great.
We need a million dollar café type space somewhere that we can sit and discuss this tree hugging stuff Robert. OOOPs that's bringing out my anti corporate excesses cynical side. I will wash my mouth out with a hearty dose of stinging nettle
"I will wash my mouth out with a hearty dose of stinging nettle"
Now don't do anything rash, Philip.
Haha but on the stinging nettle my old grandfather used to make and drink copious amounts of nettle tea. Did it work? Found the following recently while doing some research on family matters from a piece in the Southland Times about people who walked the length of NZ. He went on to live to 94....
We wouldn't be so foolish as to seek to proclaim the most inspirational of the travellers but unassailably among the most endearing was one old timers may remember Bill Aitkenhead, who completed the walk in 1971, aged 73, to convince a woman 23 years younger that he still had enough vim for her to marry him.
Vim.
That's not a word we hear much nowadays, Philip. I like it.
I have some wicked nettles growing in my tunnelhouse. There's a company operating out of Riverton called "Urtica". They have the name emblazoned across the door or their two vehicles.
Hope its hereditary "Vim" I mean. Not so sure about walking over a thousand Kms just to impress a woman 24 years younger than me. Tho that was a bit of a tale. He met he while on the walk
Vim is hereditary.
As is vigour.
I cycled 100 miles in one day on a one-speed bicycle, over the Nevis Road and all the way to Mataura to impress the woman of my dreams.
Sadly, upon arrival, I was drained of vim, but she still said yes.
great stories for the grand kids.
But do you know if it was true love or more the fact she felt bad about turning you round and expecting you to ride 100 miles back the other way hahaha. The only thing I really understand about woman is when all else fails work on the mothering instinct. All woman have it and falling off a bike and lying pained on the footpath would have been a winner no matter what.
And that's exactly what I did, in Mataura.
It would have been pointless doing it on the Nevis.
I once walked the Nevis, during the summer, in bare feet. It snowed. I had to keep walking.
Chilly.
Fun.
Painful.
The action of vimming yourself out, for your lady-love, is gonna earn serious brownie points...ultimate act of devotion!
Vimmin - who can understand zem?
talking of vim.. in this day and age you can cheat with viagra. I have been told it must be taken with a glass of water otherwise if the pill gets stuck in your throat you could end up with a stiff neck for a week.
Or take it with a glass of milk, but it coagulates if you leave it sitting. Hard cheese.
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