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Adolf
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A convicted criminal in Jafaville got hold of a gun and,
realising the Government has decided that was illegal, handed it in to a policeman..Get real!
A convicted criminal in Jafaville got hold of a gun and shot some innocent people he (apparently) worked with. Two died.
This action has prompted headlines such as
Dougal Sutherland: Psychologist says shooting in Auckland’s CBD may have prolonged psychological impacts on Kiwis and Prime Chippy to announce “The whole country is in mourning”.
That pump-action shotgun appears to have fatally shot media/politician credibility as well as the poor bastards on that building site.
So Rossco is off to Europe for a holiday.
Hes been watching the headlines “48 deg C horror in Europe, Temperatures in southern Europe skyrocketing to 48°C.
The climate doomsday advocates have been all over it.
Even Germany’s Health Minister tweeted
“Arrived in Bologna Italy today, now it’s off to Tuscany. The heat wave is spectacular here. If things continue like this, these holiday destinations will have no future in the long term. Climate change is destroying southern Europe. An era is coming to an end.”
Umm thinks rossco thats hot even for Europe. Perhaps Wellington at 7C in a southerly isn’t so bad after all. I’ll cancel the tickets, I’m sure the wife will be over the moon?
rosscos brief reading of an actual science site reveals that the temps are that recorded by a satellite owned by the ESA, European Space Agency, and are taken at ground level.
Official temperatures are recorded 2m above ground level. They of course record no such bullshit, and Europe’s summer is about normal.
rossco informs the wife he’s uncancelled the tickets, and 30 hours sitting in a narrow aluminium tube is back on.
Sure beats a 1967 Cessna 150 at the flying school with an Indicated airspeed of 90 knots, cruise.
In the old days I always asked if I could go up to the flight deck. The last time was i 1982, Auckland to London on a British Airways 747, Melbourne, Perth, Bombay, London, somewhere over the Indian Ocean.
The most memorable was on a DC-8 flight from Nadi, deck with my Dad in the check captains seat, me in the navigators and as we touched down at Auckland International probably doing a 150 knots, all 5 of us got sprayed with a coffee cup size of Air NZ sweets left on the back ledge of the circuit breaker panel at the back of the flight deck by the purser, and forgotten about by all.
Momentous discovery for New Zealand
The NewsTalkZB headline reads:
“Search for real estate agent continues on ground, water and in the sky”
Obviously the “journalist” writing this story has made a major discovery that must be shouted from the rooftops.
The only way the lady could be “in the sky” is if she’s in the arms of whatever sky-fairy she worships.
The journalist has not just proved the existence of Heaven but, along with her searcher acquaintances, found out how to communicate with it.
A serious breakthrough indeed – one that should well and truly put New Zealand into the plans of millions, if not billions, of travellers.
Well spotted Tinman, it sure was jarring, even reading it out might have triggered a brief wtf.
I note a distinct move away from “coming up next Mike, Heather” et al when any regular listener knows there will be Weather then Traffic before Next.