Because being chef has some privileges, one of which is first lash at the plonk.
Finest brew I know, the Ostler Pinot.
I put my hand through a rotting cucumber in the bottom of the fridge this morning and was struck, not for the first time, by the fact we live in an imperfect and imperfectible universe.
Matthew Hooton is visiting the Americas, I gather from the Twitter, to make a close study of the current nervous breakdown convulsing the United States’ body politic.
Personally, I rekkin Prozac is at the heart of the problem. Around 15% of Americans are on some form of anti-depressant and I think they’ve been overdosing.
Lead pipes were blamed for the fall of the Roman Empire. The elites all got lead poisoning and went bonkers, started making their horses into zodiacs, masturbating while the city burned, that sort of thing.
In centuries to come, I suspect, historians will recall anti-depressants had a similar role in the collapse of the American hegemony. Certainly, according to legend, the water supply over there is full of the stuff.
All that is by way of aside.
The immediate issue is that Matthew’s departure to the heart, and spleen, of the 21st Century Roman Empire has left a gap in National Radio’s programming.
So it was that late last week, from deep within the labyrinth of Radio New Zealand House , the call rang out, ‘Send for Hosking NO NOT THAT ONE.’
Anyway, I shall be on Nine to Noon this morning, shortly after 11am, discussing the state of the political world.
If anyone wants to hear me more regularly, I’m at NBR Radio here.
UPDATE: you can hear the audio here. http://www.radionz.co.nz/national/programmes/ninetonoon/audio/201821190/political-commentators-stephen-mills-and-rob-hosking
Yet another legacy of the 1970s, along with the current account deficit and people starting political anecdotes with ‘I remember when Muldoon….’ , it is inherently discriminatory.
I know I’ve made this argument before, but here…I shall make it again.
It assumes New Zealanders are all owls…ok, moreporks
It shifts the clocks so those who like late nights get an extra hour.
Those of us who are larks – or whatever New Zild bird starts tweeting at dawn – are discriminated against.
Anyway. Good Morning, Happy Daylight Saving, and Bah Humbug.
This from Lance Wiggs. Who, if you are on Twitter, you should follow. Even when he’s wrong, he’s interesting.
“You are entirely at the mercy of poorly coded algorithms and the arbitrary judgement of some 20 year old Frappuccino swilling douchebeard”
— Lance Wiggs (@lancewiggs) September 12, 2016
‘Management theory is what happens to philosophers when you pay them too much.’
– Matthew Stewart
We are all wounded pilgrims, in our own way. Life’s duties require us to pretend otherwise much of the time: it is important never to pretend otherwise to ourselves.
This, from the Twitter feed of Zach Braff says everything that needs to be known, or said, about the Pokemon Go thingy.
Apart from the fact that, really, it’s not an internet fad until those Pokemon whatjamakallits start planking.
Oh, and if you don’t know who Zach Braff is – he played JD in the comedy ‘Scrubs’ which made me laugh immoderately on many an occasion.