A rich white man, leader of a predominantly white and middle class political party, extols the dangers of a growing economic underclass in NZ.
Interesting sentiments.
A pity he made it to a room full of white wealthy people who would rather not have anything to do with the poor.
Maybe it would have been better to talk to the economic underclass rather than about them?
With the return to work beckoning I decided to have a crack at a local mountainbike trail that I previously hadn't tried before. Makara is a lot of fun but I felt it was time for a change.
This little gem is called the Fenceline and runs around the Karori Wildlife Sanctuary. It's a tough wee ride because, if you follow the fence, you follow the line of the hills meaning there are some tough climbs to do. Granny gear is your friend. Though you wouldn't know it from the picture above.
This one however may give you some idea. That climb to the top left is the sort you swallow your pride and walk up. Unless you are truly and extremely fit all you'll achieve from biking up there is a heart attack.
Mind you the view from the top makes it all worthwhile!
In line with what I put up a few weeks ago here's another little medical gem for you.
Yes, you can have sex with your 28 week pregnant girlfriend who is hospitalized for pregnancy induced hypertension, but don't be surprised if her blood pressure goes through the roof and she needs a stat C-section.
Politicians often get a hard time from the public for the amount of work they're seen to do (or not to do as the case may be). Now this is terribly unfair as, courtesy of my Molesworth Mole, I've discovered a place within the precincts of NZ's Parliament where a lot of sweat and hard work takes place.
Here to be precise.
In fact to ease the load they can even stay up to date on latest current events, even as they exercycle their flab away.
And when the work is done they have this to offer them blessed relief from the heat of their labours.
Pretty flash eh? Just another sample of how a small proportion of your taxes are spent.
I haven't been posting of late because of some glitches in Blogger. For some nefarious reason it's decided it won't let me post pictures or create hyperlinks. Sometimes it won't even let me publish.
As soon as things are sorted normal service will resume.
OK so it's not a great time to be a Black Cap's fan at the moment. Swinging yorkers and quality offspin seem to be enough to instil a complete menatal breakdown in the batting order. Sorry boys but 73 just doesn't cut it.
When the perennial bovver boy Craig McMillan, not a man known for his reserved, intelligent or cautious approach to batting, top scores with 29 you know your team has serious issues.
So how do we sum up the side at the moment? Embarrassing, laughable, inept? All of the above?
I also note team Captain Stephen Fleming really benefited from his 3 match rest - a five ball duck. At least he had the decency to front up and lambast his side's effort (mind you he'd have looked damned silly if he'd tried to defend it), but strong words simply aren't enough.
Here's a question for you; if you had to choose a Black Cap to bat for your life who would it be? I can honestly say at the moment James Franklin might have to be the one. And isn't that a scary thought?
Either way the Black Caps are going to have to pull finger and do it soon. They're so much better than what they're showing us (even with players like Styris and Oram unavailable because of injury) and if they don't up their game who's going to bother to shell out to see them play. Personally I took more joy out of watching the Ashes Series than I did the Black Caps versus Sri Lanka, and as a Kiwi who's passionate about cricket that's not a good thing.
To put it in perspective could you imaginge Kiwi cricket fans going this far to see their side play?
Right that's the depressing shit out of the way. This next tale is much better though you'd almost have to think someone was pulling your leg. This bloke really needs to be buying a lottery ticket. Imagine having 31 heart attacks in the one ambulance trip and living to tell the tale.
Mind you if he'd been a Black Cap he wouldn't have survived the first one.
