Meet Trevor. He’s had quite a colourful career, from his early days as a pub manager in Tunbridge Wells he went on to become Dunedin’s leading auctioneer. Trevor is a published author and was something of a TV personality in the 1980s as a regular panellist on a show about antiques.
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Emily is very loud, and has really bad taste in cheesy pop music. When not at work flogging goods to the public via advertising and marketing campaigns, she can be found hiding from her partner and children at the local pub. If you’re easily offended or don’t appreciate the constant use of profanities, then you probably shouldn’t read Emily’s posts. You have been warned!
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Angela has had many roles in her life including: schoolgirl, student, daughter, friend, civil servant, wife, lover, mother, manager, magistrate, landlady, teacher, grandmother, blogger, editor and proofreader.
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Maternal mitigation When the stuff hits the legal fan, very few mothers, it seems, have rotten kids. Regardless of what some of their offspring stoop to, mum frequently steps up to the plate to defend or offer excuses. It’s a time honoured thing and where minor misdemeanours are concerned, perfectly acceptable, but when it gets applied to serial offenders, I wonder if it’s time to regard crocodile tears as just that. At charitable best, they may well be the expression of years of hopelessness or the final acknowledgement of a long ignored… Read More
Flaunt and flout are both verbs which sound sort of similar, but they don’t mean the same thing. When you flaunt yourself, your wealth, or your accomplishments, you’re parading them in front of people, displaying them ostentatiously and showing off. It sometimes seems that Facebook is just a vehicle for people to flaunt their fabulous holidays, their amazingly successful children and their sporting achievements. The male peacock flaunts his fabulous plumage in the hope of attracting the female. When you flout something, you openly disregard it, scoff at it, mock it, or show scorn… Read More
Verbal carnage Mother was never short of Cockney wisdom and had a basic distrust of excess, especially when it came to language; anyone spouting to impress would be loudly accused of ‘swallowing a bloody dictionary’. She dismissed any politician with ‘just vote for the bugger and hope he shuts up! Salesmen fared worse by being cast as ‘all mouth and no trousers’. She would, I feel, have been ill-equipped for today’s language; anyone spouting the obscure would be called upon for a simple translation, then told ‘if that’s what you meant, why… Read More
The cringe machine I couldn’t ignore the guy any longer. As with Hitler and a couple of other despots, we’re likely to have to pay a heavy price for pretending it’s really OK. I know that it’s stretching things a bit to make those comparisons, but aren’t there some eerie similarities? Trump’s campaign rallies fell short of Nuremburg and the stiff arm salute, but the rhetoric got pretty close. The message was familiar and basic; paying court to the unemployed, the disgruntled and the racists creates a natural division and, as with… Read More
I’m delighted to say that our joint post with three limericks inspired by our feelings about Donald Trump reached our widest audience yet on Facebook (that’s what Facebook told us, so it must be true). Disappointingly though, none of our followers sent in a limerick of their own. This made us a little downcast, but our spirits rose again when we received not a limerick, but a whole poem from Ann Chapman which I’m taking the liberty of publishing here. I was going to add a photo of the leader of the… Read More