we used to call it music

yup. we sure did.
now its just processed noise. very CLEAN but no guts. but THEY think its great.
who are THEY?
I had an intemperate burst about the crap they play on radio new zealand before the holidays and its true.
phil and sigh play the most awful rubbish and they are proud of it.
even worse is the horde of noo noo heads who think its great too???????
poor radio nz. it has descended into feeble mush.
they play an imported doco and you think, "hey thats good", and then krump or ryan come back on and you go, "oh No".
they research everything and then they try and tell the interviewer their business or krump especially tries to wrong foot the interviewee and make him look like a dork so he, krump can say, "look at me", I'm smarter than that guy.
pathetic really.
and TV1. when the nimnuls who got their jobs because they have great hair and teeth and played for the national tiddlywinks team try to be rude and upstage the professionals and every second word out of their mouths is an interrogatvie then it is just plain embarrassing.
rnz and tvnz are supposed to be flagships for something but I am not sure exactly what.
they seem to exist these days to provied sinecures for childish idiotes.
very strange.
and,
last year the gardener next door sprayed the hedgerow after it had been massacred.
there was one deadly nightshade bush there that seemed to be a way station for birds.
they all stopped there.
tuiis, waxeyes, bellbirds, you name it for a berry?
dont ask me why but dats de troof.
now.
nothing.
still it seems as if escargots are on the menu for the local thrush poulation.
they cracking them on the path outside my door.
sometimes I see them but the shells are everywhere.
the train kept a rolling.