the green green grass of home...

the grass at home is not good.
The 'sneak, at Carter Court, CARTERTON, is out with his spray pack again.
He has a contract to mow the lawns but he thinks he has a licence to be a gardener when he doesn't know the difference between a weed and a flower.
I have asked the management to stop his indiscriminate use of weedkiller but they say they are in charge and they will do what they like!
Crummy mate.
If they are preapred to make excuses for this sort of behaviour then what else?
The front lawn at CARTER Court is going down hill rapidly.
He has put so much weedkiller on it that it is beginning to shrivel up in patches but as long as he looks like a gardener then they wont do anything.
What a bunch of slimy creeps.
In all truth I dont give a stuff about what they do but when he sneaks through the hedge and starts poisoning my plants then I get upset.
But if you take matters into your own hands then watchout.
They just don't know what they are doing and the oversight is feeble and nobody really gives a stuff as long as they get invited along once a year for the sausage rolls.   Too  many females at Carter court.
they used to pussy whipping guys but not this one.

While I was in the supermarket one of the tarts from Carter Court was there with her boyfriend.
she tried to sick him on to me but the wisely looked the other way.
See they want to bash you up rather than admit they have got it wrong.
James Davidson take note.

Speaking of sausage rolls you have to watch out in small towns.
There is one guy I have noticed goes around leaving the doors to hot food cabinets open at other shops than his friends.
So you never know when there is going to be an outbreak of the shits.
James Davidson;" your country is run by idiots".
Wharekauhau?
hahahahahahah very funny.
cowhouse?
full of more bovine heavyweights lening on yoo to like this and that and generally agree that becAUSE ITS NEW  and someone else once stayed there that they have some class when its just another shop.
Too right mate.
Its run by hicks,  for hicks and they are everywhere.
you should have seen that the moment you got off the plane.
the ccountry is filled with people who believe their own thoughts to be facts and woe betide you if you disagree.
After they get a leaf blower and a chainsaw, they think they know everything and then its off to makoo peekoo to make up some bullshit about something they have no idea about but it sounds good.
A country filled with infantilised morons.
You got it right on the first pass dude.
You cant get away from it.
nooooooooo.
BTW the spell check on this blog does not have infantilised on it?
I see the clash are in therapy.
I didn't like them or their music and now they are trying to sell records by whining according to this mornings rag.
I see the wonks from Masterton dining at the local cafe, getting their asses kissed and looking at the natives for saturday morning entertainment.
Well they can fuck off too.
they all starting to look worn and tired and inane too.
They never did anything after they finished school except get a job and stay there and because they are accountants and such they have got used to everyone kissing their arse and now they believe they are somebodies.
nah.
they got nothing to say except what they bought and where they have been.
its all about what they look like.
still creeps.

I see also that  "thestandard.org" is still the possession of trendy little feebs.
It is supposed to be the re-incarnation of the old New Zealand Labour Party newspaper but instead has become a vehicle for flabby lightweights to vent their spleen without ever saying anything.
Theya ll chickenshit too. If you speak your mind then you get the bums rush.

heavy metal...

Florence.
Seat of the 'Renaissance" now turning into a haven for scumbags and coke dealers.
Nice.
See the problem is too many people running round the world because they have disposable income and nothing better to do.
They are like hordes of ants living their dream and sucking up anything they can.
They don't give a stuff.
As far as the thundering morons are concerned then they can go elsewhere or stay at home and watch television.
The world is turning into a mass of twerked out noonoo heads who basically have no idea about anything except what the idiot on teevee told them last night and if the girl in the travel office feeds them a  line then it feels like they have just had their arse kissed and hey hoo we are off to makoo peekoo next and then blahhhhhhhhhhh.
I dont give a shit about hannahmotanacyrus.
she looked to be a nice girl about three years ago and now she is flat out trying to look like a cheap whore.
hey ho off to Florence we go.
hmmmmmmmmm.

anyway my brand new CD of best of BeeGees turned up this morning and its getting max airplay.
Beautiful music.

where is my f*cking chainsaw...

just as well these trees are not in NZ. Every numbskull with a chainsaw would be slavering at the chops to get a chance to prove their manhood by knocking one of these bastards off.
See we all tuff guys here and there aint nothing we can kill maim or generally fuckup if we want to.

one toke over the line...

hoping that the train that the train is on time...
here are some piccies for the kiddies.
just got back from town.
cold and damp.
not fun.
Tony B was on it.
The bus that is.
He began his life as an apprentice in the Raleigh Factory in Nottingham just after WW11.
He is irrepressible with a fund of great stories.
Saturday night and Sunday Morning stuff minus the louche stuff but better.
SOME body from RNZ or one of those types needs to get round to his place with a tape recorder and take it all down before his oral history vanishes.
Or isn't this sort of stuff HIP enough?

Waiting for the bus and I said how ya doin to a guy who used to live down the street.
Not good said he.My wife has Alzheimer's, she has had a fall and broken her hip and now she has to have a leg off.
The poor chap was in tears but I commiserated AND HE CHEERED UP A BIT.
Life is cruel when you get old.

B has sold her bookshop to the wisest fool in Masterton.
I wont be going back there.
I offered him a deal but he just came to my house and inspected it and went through everything like he was discounting my life and then said he didn't want anything.
Creep
You only get one chance at the deal.

they say there's always magic in the air...

on broadway....

heh heh heh...