I love radio. I love it when it's done well. I love it when it's done, err, not so well, but well enough that it still brings a smile to my face. Like this clip here: Thanks Josh and Tom for this. Made me smile.
From 3news.co.nz: "A six-year-old boy has been found hiding in a cardboard box in his family's garage after being feared aboard a homemade helium balloon that hurtled 50 miles through the sky on live television." What the...? No, really: WTF? (Play video to see John agree with me...) As if this story making 'news' wasn't bad enough, a video of the little grimer has now surfaced on youtube. Of him rapping with his mates. Sigh... Crapsicle.
The main source of heat in our home is a wet-back log burner in the living room. It's fantastic at its job when loaded with tea tree logs and a load of dried pine cones. The fact that it is wet-back, means we save on our electrical water heating costs as well. Recently, however, the log burner was out of service for several days while we waited for a chimney sweep to visit. This occured during a really cold spell in Auckland and I am forced to admit we plugged the small, pretty hopeless electric heater in. Its inefficiency meant we ...
A good friend of mine currently living the United States drew to my attention the headline chosen by the New York Post this week to report on the Iranian election crisis: 'Turban Warfare'. Obviously some little misinformed spade at the Post came up with this irrelevant pap some months after 9/11 and has been waiting for a 'suitable' time for its publication for the best part of eight years. When turmoil erupted in Iran recently, they presumably ignored the advice of several more-educated interns at the paper and ran the headline anyway. It's a real shame for them, getting it wrong on ...
My lack of posts throughout May was to simply due to the sheer expense and consequential stress the month managed to bring. A puncture on the return journey from Matakana at the beginning of the month was to set the bad luck rolling, this alone resulting in the need for two new car tyres to get the car through its WOF (Warrant of Fitness, like an MOT, but spelt different). On returning home that night, we prepared some food to cook, only to see the little blue flame of the gas stove flicker out and not re-ignite until I refilled the ...
I love radio. I love it when it’s done well. I love it when it’s done, err, not so well, but well enough that it still brings a smile to my face. Like this clip here:
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Thanks Josh and Tom for this. Made me smile.
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