After hearing the NZ anthem on Sunday morning (yes I taped the ABs v Springboks game, it was at 2AM local time), my 6 yo daughter goes:
“NZ is not a free land, you still have to do what your parents say”
After hearing the NZ anthem on Sunday morning (yes I taped the ABs v Springboks game, it was at 2AM local time), my 6 yo daughter goes:
“NZ is not a free land, you still have to do what your parents say”
Ah, the National Anthem. It always makes me think of Australia, by way of contrast.
Admittedly, I’m not sure that most of Australia is even aware of the supposed trans-Tasman rivalry that most of NZ seems to hold dear, but they can certainly lord it over us in the Nation Anthem department.
I like to summarise our respective anthems like so:
Australia: “Go Australia!”
New Zealand: “Help.”
My children are on fire this week. After finding in the news yesterday that there were quadruplets born in Hawke’s Bay for the first time in a few years, the usual “Could you imagine that?” conversation came up at dinner.
My 10 yo daughter : “No way, I would not share my room with two other kids”
To this my 6 yo daughter answered: “But we would have two little minions each”
Your 6 year old will go far!
She already does, she can move fast as well
(From a child talking to his brother, sitting on a thousand year old pillar amongst the historical wonders of York):
Alright, best city ever? A - London, B - Hong Kong or C - Sheffield?
An interesting question historically.
Hold my beer. I have to fix the telescope.
A man to his female partner:
“How’s your crabbies?”
Shocking behaviour. That man deserved a slap.
You won’t believe what he said next about a year-long yeast infection.
That was an entirely forgivable slip of the tongue, or so I’ve have heard.
Whatever caused it, it’s not something to discuss in public.
“What would you do without me? Still have caramel on your tits!”
“Yeh, and not in a good way!”
The only possible response is ‘Yes please, I’d like another pint’
Crabbie’s Original Alcoholic Ginger Beer. I recommend.
“North Korea is probably littered with forgotten kimchi vestibules”
“I just cut myself on a banana.”
“There are no mistakes in jazz, only bold creative decisions.”
This may be why I’m not a huge fan of jazz.
Well, there’s jazz and then there’s jazz…
I like the old jazzy pop standards, stuff from the 20s and 30s like Honeysuckle Rose and It’s Only a Paper Moon, rather than the full-on improvisational stuff you need a doctorate in jazzology from the jazz university of Jazzville to begin to understand and appreciate. Some later stuff puts me in mind of the (probably apocryphal) story of a classical musician who was taken to a Jimi Hendrix concert and, when asked what he thought of it, said, “I wish I could play like that, then I never would.”