Only in New Zealand would a story about the death of a former Prime Minister contain the following sentence -
'He died in Middlemore Hospital last night, just before the kickoff of the rugby test against Australia.'
RIP David Lange. The first Prime Minister I can remember clearly - the Muldoon years are such a pre-schoolish blur. Even though he was a lefty, and he destroyed ANZUS, I cannot imagine what New Zealand would have been like without the economic wrenches he and the Third Labour Government pushed through (had a high school history teacher who, when talking about Labour administrations, you could hear the Capitals In The Way He Spoke LOL - less so when talking national party governments).
Hmm, am live streaming from Newstalk ZB from back home - all the finny ekksents. And saw a preview for King Kong, made by Peter Jackson in Wellington. And was working on my diary from 1994 - transferring it to here, thinking about home. Just a phase, I am sure I will get over it - 99% of the time it doesn't feel like I am in a different country at all, but sometimes I get homesick. My parents are back home for a long weekend, to see the rellies, they must be having fun, not only is there an election going on, but now with Lange dying hmm, they will want to come back here as soon as possible LOL.
It's far too late at night to get maudlin, lol, am looking at the Wellington community noticeboard on the radio station site - snap out of it Pauly!
Finally, Paula Radcliffe has won a medal in a championship, rather than just the winner's cheque for all those professional events. She got the IAAF World Champs marathon a couple of hours ago - remember at the Athens Olympics she was Britain's dead cert gold and didn't even complete the race? Well, the world champs are the next best thing to an Olympics medal I guess - but in my mind she will always be crying at the side of the road rather than the British flag around her (long overdue) as she is at the moment.
The Ashes are intriguingly placed at the moment - for the first time all series I am actually watching deep into the night with wide awake interest, rather than sleepy might as well watch nothing better to do attitude. England are trying to set a target quickly, but they aren't yet at one day freneticism about it all (although they have eight wickets left, they could, let's get Flintoff and Pietersen in).
The most intriguing thing about the whole affair is how ordinary the Australians are looking this game, they have not set the agenda or pace of the game at all - I don't think I have ever seen the Aussies do that for any two day in a row stretch before this series - even when they have been in losing situations, they have never looked as ordinary as this series and this test match in particular.
Personally this weekend, haven't done too much. Went out and saw The Jacket at the movies today - quite good, entertaining, seeing Keira Knightley's breasts LOL. Although the plot was a bit of a mishmash between One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest, Twelve Monkeys, with a dash of Back to the Future and perhaps a nod to Total Recall - one of those movies that look good, but half an hour after leaving you think, now surely there are holes in the plot there, there, there AND there LOL. But a nice little movie, especially being third choice of the weekend (keeping the top two choices up my sleeve for V visiting, of course). And Keira Knightley played white trash quite well, Adrian Brody played the nice guy nutter quite well.
And of course, the opening sequence, the whole thing about how easily perceptions can be molded - what with the video game sense of war Iraq in 1991 gave us, and the media kept well away from the actual fighting, Schwarzkopf and Bush the Elder and their neutered briefings. And then going down to the actual grittiness of the fighting, and the fact that blood is spilt and lives are lost or shattered.
No Iraq 2005 links tonight, I promise. No promises for tomorrow though.
Pauly
'He died in Middlemore Hospital last night, just before the kickoff of the rugby test against Australia.'
RIP David Lange. The first Prime Minister I can remember clearly - the Muldoon years are such a pre-schoolish blur. Even though he was a lefty, and he destroyed ANZUS, I cannot imagine what New Zealand would have been like without the economic wrenches he and the Third Labour Government pushed through (had a high school history teacher who, when talking about Labour administrations, you could hear the Capitals In The Way He Spoke LOL - less so when talking national party governments).
Hmm, am live streaming from Newstalk ZB from back home - all the finny ekksents. And saw a preview for King Kong, made by Peter Jackson in Wellington. And was working on my diary from 1994 - transferring it to here, thinking about home. Just a phase, I am sure I will get over it - 99% of the time it doesn't feel like I am in a different country at all, but sometimes I get homesick. My parents are back home for a long weekend, to see the rellies, they must be having fun, not only is there an election going on, but now with Lange dying hmm, they will want to come back here as soon as possible LOL.
It's far too late at night to get maudlin, lol, am looking at the Wellington community noticeboard on the radio station site - snap out of it Pauly!
Finally, Paula Radcliffe has won a medal in a championship, rather than just the winner's cheque for all those professional events. She got the IAAF World Champs marathon a couple of hours ago - remember at the Athens Olympics she was Britain's dead cert gold and didn't even complete the race? Well, the world champs are the next best thing to an Olympics medal I guess - but in my mind she will always be crying at the side of the road rather than the British flag around her (long overdue) as she is at the moment.
The Ashes are intriguingly placed at the moment - for the first time all series I am actually watching deep into the night with wide awake interest, rather than sleepy might as well watch nothing better to do attitude. England are trying to set a target quickly, but they aren't yet at one day freneticism about it all (although they have eight wickets left, they could, let's get Flintoff and Pietersen in).
The most intriguing thing about the whole affair is how ordinary the Australians are looking this game, they have not set the agenda or pace of the game at all - I don't think I have ever seen the Aussies do that for any two day in a row stretch before this series - even when they have been in losing situations, they have never looked as ordinary as this series and this test match in particular.
Personally this weekend, haven't done too much. Went out and saw The Jacket at the movies today - quite good, entertaining, seeing Keira Knightley's breasts LOL. Although the plot was a bit of a mishmash between One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest, Twelve Monkeys, with a dash of Back to the Future and perhaps a nod to Total Recall - one of those movies that look good, but half an hour after leaving you think, now surely there are holes in the plot there, there, there AND there LOL. But a nice little movie, especially being third choice of the weekend (keeping the top two choices up my sleeve for V visiting, of course). And Keira Knightley played white trash quite well, Adrian Brody played the nice guy nutter quite well.
And of course, the opening sequence, the whole thing about how easily perceptions can be molded - what with the video game sense of war Iraq in 1991 gave us, and the media kept well away from the actual fighting, Schwarzkopf and Bush the Elder and their neutered briefings. And then going down to the actual grittiness of the fighting, and the fact that blood is spilt and lives are lost or shattered.
No Iraq 2005 links tonight, I promise. No promises for tomorrow though.
Pauly
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