It was freezing. It wasn’t one of those nice chilly I-just-went-to-the-snow-and-had-a-bundle-of-laughs-wearing-pompom-hats kind of freezings either; more like the kind of deathly freezing that burrows itself deep deep down into your soul and numbs you from the inside out
Tonight at the San Francisco Bath House in Wellington it’s the final of the Wellington Raw Comedy Quest.
Last year something very cool happened, at least partly inspired by a Ruminator post. But this year, it appears to have… unhappened. I’m not impressed.
When the lady at the Post Office looked at me a bit funny, it was probably fair enough. I’d just told her I was sending Christmas presents to my five children.
I first knew that something was wrong when I went from joking with friends that I would rather jump in front of a truck than work on my thesis to genuinely thinking “is that an option here?”
This Royal tour is a funny thing. Latest polling seems to suggest that as a country, we want to move on from the Monarchy. Republic NZ’s polling shows that only 46% of those polled wanted the Next British monarch to become King of New Zealand.
We are in the midst of a highly publicised visit from the Duke, Duchess and George of Cambridge, and despite the growing number of people joining the camp of “who-gives-a-royal-fuck”, the handsome duke and his gorgeous family are leaving in their wake a herd of screaming fans trying to catch a glimpse of them.
It was a dark and stormy night. The wind was blowing, rain was pouring and I was going to see Kevin Hague.
What you get today is things that amuse me. Because fuck you, it’s our birthday. I mean I love you all
I’m sure there’s a perfectly reasonable explanation for this, but crikey. Sort it out young people. This is from the recent Young Nats Ball.
**UPDATE 2** After my gentle provision of another chance for them to reconsider, MSD has decided that they will play nice.
This post first appeared on Jarrod Gilbert’s blog, however the New Zealand Fire Service asked him to take it down. We’re trying to track down a statement from them as to why.
Blogs were supposed to offer new hope for journalism. The days of the churnalists/repeaters/lamestream media were numbered, to be replaced by the purity and investigative depth of citizen-journalists.
Rod Drury is an entrepreneur. Entrepreneur is a funny old word. It gets bandied around a lot. “Oh if only New Zealand had more…entrepreneurs”. I’m not even sure what it really means.
What’s in a name? That which we call a rose By any other name would smell as sweet;” -William Shakespeare
By Jennifer O’Sullivan As a woman who works in comedy, I am sad that there are not more of us. In fact, I’m sad that 90% of comedy performed this festival comes from one perspective
I’m of Jewish heritage but I’m not a very good Jew. I eat bacon. Never had a bar mitzvah and I’ve got a foreskin. That’s a terrible way to begin a post, with a reference to my genitals.
So there are times when I look at countries with written constitutions with a wry smile. Look at you United States, with your archaic second amendment, or you Fiji, with your vote-for-your-own-race electoral system.
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