15 posts tagged “rongotai”
Today was glorious: a chilly, cloudless day in Wellington.
After today, I count eight red-light runners in Kilbirnie alone for this week. What gives? Has the law in New Zealand changed so that red lights are now advisory as they are in Beijing and New Delhi?
Oh, in terms of race, of these eight I counted four Caucasians and one Polynesian; the others I didn’t notice because I was too busy braking or tooting my horn.
I know there’s a proposal in Wellington for red light cameras. Are some stunt drivers being paid to drive SUVs and vans (as many of these runners are large vehicles) to make us accept that there’s a need for them?
A word of warning to those who run red lights: if I have a green and I judge that the gap allows me to proceed safely, I’m going—and you should learn to stop on a red. One Mercedes ML driver last Wednesday learned that the hard way, but think of that as a test of your ABS.
That autumn weather is coming in. I had to wear a scarf today. Here’s what the clouds were doing to the north yesterday: to the naked eye they almost looked CGIed in the scene. Doug, our photographer who was visiting us, called them ‘doom clouds’.
I have called Fairfax about this. I have called Fairfax’s distributors (PMP) about this. For goodness’ sake: either put my papers in the letterbox or tube, or chuck them over the fence. Are you people such goddamn wimps that you can’t even do a proper overarm throw on to the property?
Legally, I do not need to do a thing about this. I have made multiple calls to two of the companies concerned, and I think the Council should fine them for littering.
PMP is a joke, anyway. I have been calling the number printed on the front page of The Wellingtonian since last year (910-2100) and the voice says I can leave a message. Sorry, I cannot. The outgoing message goes round and round, non-stop, and there is never a beep telling me I can start recording.
No one has ever picked up the newspaper’s line—guess no one works there after hours—and I have left several messages.
I imagine these two companies are not alone. One of the papers looks like APN’s City Life, and I guess they have another distributor who is also too lazy to come down the path and deliver it and has particularly wimpy, loose-armed staff. Maybe the Irish bosses give complimentary Guinness each week and the distributor is too squiffy?
At the end of the week I give it a tidy-up and dispose of their mess.
The sky was cloudless a few days ago:
Here’s a shot without the sun shining directly into the lens:
When I got back to Wellington, I expected blue skies and sunny days and iced coffees with my friends. This was my first day back:
Shot through my office window, and you might notice a fainter rainbow around the clearer one. No Zippy and George though.Thanks to Janette for posting hers, which reminded me about this shot.
To the perps of the Kilbirnie Post Shop robbery: you bastards threatened my friends. Bet you aren’t that big without your gun.
I’m surprised you got out of Kilbirnie with our judder bars everywhere,
without destroying your suspension before getting to the Mt Vic tunnel.
Oh, and you delayed my post today! I could have got the package from my post box—if it’s important I will think even less of you three.
God help the three of you because you’re going to need Him.