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

If Uranus is under threat by Trevor Plumbly

It’s Monday morning and the paper’s a bit thin, the crossword’s finished and I’m thumbing through idly looking for anything to keep me from a pile of washing-up. I must admit I’ve never been much of a horoscope fan; as a breed, astrologers have always struck me as a bit of an odd bunch, churning out predictions based on the activities of heavenly bodies and their effects on our daily doings. Nothing definite mark you! But subtle hints at what might or might not happen to Librans, Taureans et al. They don’t… Read More

My bucket’s got a hole in it by Trevor Plumbly

It was a new one on me when I first heard the term ‘bucket list’. Apparently it’s a list of things you’d like to do or see before you kick it. Does that make sense? It does till you try to make one! I don’t know if there are any rules regarding length and feasibility for the list, but I decided to keep my list reasonably short; I’ve thumbed my nose at fate a fair bit recently and didn’t want to overdo it. I look forward to my fellow bloggers baring their… Read More