I GIVE UP! By Trevor Plumbly

My world seems full of people giving up stuff lately: coffee, tea, cheese, red meat, even booze! And they’re all so bloody proud of it; the slightest gap in the conversation and they’ll spout out that whatever they’ve been happily chomping or swigging for years hasn’t passed their lips for months. It’s a bit too much for me – I don’t want to be left out of this orgy of healthy abstinence, but at the same time, I don’t fancy spending my remaining time feeling threatened by stuff I’ve enjoyed for ages…. Read More

A Real Disaster by Trevor Plumbly

Sometimes I think human nature can be quite unpleasant. Normally the unpleasantness manifests itself in fairly predictable ways, but recently it seems that the obnoxious tendency to point the finger of blame extends to just about any situation, regardless of how tragic. The Christchurch earthquake here in New Zealand demonstrates this point pretty well. At the time, there were glowing reports of heroism and dedication to duty by the public and the services involved. But, sadly, once the dust settles, the good things get pushed aside to make way for the blame… Read More

An invitation to dine by Trevor Plumbly

No pressure: just pick four people to invite for dinner. But when you’re a grumpy old bugger, it’s not that easy. To help you choose: there are no restrictions, rich, poor, famous or just ordinary. I don’t want a group of like minds, or an interesting mix for good light conversation; I want people like me, that don’t sit around nodding politely at post-prandial pearls; I want people that love a good bitch about everything they can’t possibly change. So I’ll have no politicians and none of that ‘putting the world right… Read More

They’re playing our song. By Trevor Plumbly

As dirge-like and uninspiring as it was, I still remember being obliged to stand for the national anthem which at that time played in British cinemas and theatres at the conclusion of every performance. Generally, those renditions were more dutiful than enthusiastic and kids found it far more uplifting to sneak out the back door than to join in. It seems to me that the problem with national anthems is that some just don’t hit the mark. If we start with England (where else?), ‘God save the Queen’ hardly qualifies as the… Read More

Trevor takes one (or was it two?) for the team!

Minutes of the alcohol sub-committee for Verbalberbal held in The Franklin Bar, Ponsonby Road on Sunday 14th October 2012. The meeting opened at 4-00pm. Present: T. Plumbly. Apologies: There were no apologies. Correspondence: There was no correspondence. Accounts: There was an account for refreshments i.e. $16-00 for two beers. It was decided to treat this as a personal expense and it was paid accordingly. Appointment: It was felt that in the interest of good order and the prompt execution of the committee’s duties, a Chairperson should  be appointed. T. Plumbly nominated T…. Read More