Monday, January 1, 2018

knock knock who's there...

sitting here waiting for 19 nervous breakdown to come up so I can listen to Keiths off the wall distorto solo and I hear this knocking. look out the window and its a thrush winkling a snailout of its shell on my little porch.
I looked.
It looked back and kept going.
Dont disturb me while I'm getting dinner please!
last but not least before Keef is Doc Watson doing the thing on Midnight on The Stormy Deep.
Gotta hurry as I only have three days before An Economic History of the United States has to go back to Auckland Uni.

I'm left your're right she's gone...

Letter in this mornings Dompost from one Gavan O'farrle complaining  about the supposed left wing bias from Kim Hill on Radio New Zealand  and another complaint from him about both sides of the argument.
Well I have always found Kim Hill to be on the side of truth and fairness and her bias if any is usually personality based towards people she finds repugnant.
and good on her.
most of them need a bloody good rark up.
some people cant handle the truth and when they meet it they want to kill it immediately starting with it isn't fair.
bwah hah hah. cry me a river.
O'farrell asserts that he needs to hear both sides of an argument well he should tune into radio skawkback for mark richardson and mike hsoking if he wants the other side of the coin.
Furthermore he berates geoffrey  whitehead for not agreeing with him o'farrel personally.
tuff titty!
another reader gets more column inches than they deserve on the op ed page to make a plea for  giving trump a fair go.
He knew what he signed up for and if he cant stand the heat he should just get out.
The worst is yet to come for him.
The new government  here is about to give pensioners a payment for winter heating while trubb has just cut that from the US budget. nice guy and their winters are far more brutal than ours. 
Listening to some Gary Davis on a cd that my old friend Tony L cut for me years ago.
Stirring stuff.
Looking up other tunes on youtube and got on a Dave Van Ronk kick.
Dave appeared in wellington at Trekkers bar just before he died and the pretentious arseholes did not tell me he was coming.
You know th eup themselves movie crowd and wannabee hiptster scenesters.
cheap hookers, penny rookers and groovy lookers.
well fuck them all and their fake little ncik names  with a rag dick.
dig?






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