I laughed at this "... they might have the spanner crab with farmed paua and nasturtium. And perhaps the beef tartare, smoked eel, brown butter and daikon." OH but it got better...and yes, we in Wellington would say we have more cafés per capita than New York, so look how cool and sophisticated we are. But it's rot. We need fewer cafés and yes if it means paying $7 for a coffee, I will. We need to become Iceland...
Oh too true Blue. Market Forces, it reminds me of the comedy of the same name. It's so ironic that when labour is in the position to demand higher wages those in power think that market forces shouldn't apply and have their hands out faster than the Artful Dodger in Dickens Oilver Twist.
Oh, so Goonishly Pythonesque. The best satires are stuffed with truisms.
Great song, very apropos our current Meerket Farces. While listening, I recalled yesterday inspecting all the frozen Hoki offerings in the local supermarket freezers. Not just the cardboard packaged Seaford & Birdseyes but the film wrapped skinny fillets with the orange crumbs in the polystyrene trays too. "50% NZ Hoki. Processed in China" WTAF! And how much of that Hoki is really Hoki?
I like that! I offer you a song. 'Spotty Muldoon'. I actually heard this played on the radio - the announcer's voice was positively squeaky - I wonder if he survived? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4GpDvupcVfk
... they might lift their leg upon you. Eschew, they will beseech, the pissed-on and/or -off sensation which is old wet thinking. Embrace in its stead the new dry thinking which (paradoxically) emits the glorious trickle-down. For verily will the Golden Shower stimulate the growth of each and every level playing field ...
Terrific stuff and marvel at how you can make me laugh and cry at the same time...
A brilliant piece of writing....with a poignant but oh so true message!
I laughed at this "... they might have the spanner crab with farmed paua and nasturtium. And perhaps the beef tartare, smoked eel, brown butter and daikon." OH but it got better...and yes, we in Wellington would say we have more cafés per capita than New York, so look how cool and sophisticated we are. But it's rot. We need fewer cafés and yes if it means paying $7 for a coffee, I will. We need to become Iceland...
David, this is truly excellent. So happy it’s one I can share!
Godamn man you are wonderful. I loved reading your most excellent prose.
The purveyors of the market forces myth like to think of themselves in biblical terms. It is pure justice to see them hoisted on their own petard.
Oh too true Blue. Market Forces, it reminds me of the comedy of the same name. It's so ironic that when labour is in the position to demand higher wages those in power think that market forces shouldn't apply and have their hands out faster than the Artful Dodger in Dickens Oilver Twist.
Oh David this is so wonderfully true. Remember well the unleashing of the dogs. So how well did that turn out??
Oh, so Goonishly Pythonesque. The best satires are stuffed with truisms.
Great song, very apropos our current Meerket Farces. While listening, I recalled yesterday inspecting all the frozen Hoki offerings in the local supermarket freezers. Not just the cardboard packaged Seaford & Birdseyes but the film wrapped skinny fillets with the orange crumbs in the polystyrene trays too. "50% NZ Hoki. Processed in China" WTAF! And how much of that Hoki is really Hoki?
"Let them eat jellybeans,
Let them eat cake.
Let them eat shit,
Whatever it takes.
We can't make it here any more."
Indeed
*Sealord
Seaford is just as fitting
It’s not hard to boycott these businesses until they come to their senses.
I like that! I offer you a song. 'Spotty Muldoon'. I actually heard this played on the radio - the announcer's voice was positively squeaky - I wonder if he survived? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4GpDvupcVfk
Stunning, and sadly accurate
Brilliant! I offer an editorial tweak:
... they might lift their leg upon you. Eschew, they will beseech, the pissed-on and/or -off sensation which is old wet thinking. Embrace in its stead the new dry thinking which (paradoxically) emits the glorious trickle-down. For verily will the Golden Shower stimulate the growth of each and every level playing field ...
Excellent!
Amen (you are an Maestro)
Amen to that too