People, I’m slowly running a bit low on new material. That means…
1. Time for our
gazillions millions thousands quite a few dunno, maybe a couple dozen? three friends to send new material, puh-leese!
2. Time for cheap reruns of lukewarm oldies: let’s start with a lovingly complied collection of the “Best of Ugly New Zealand Edition North Island (BOUNZENI)”. Sounds a bit like a hungarian car brand, if you ask me.
Keep calm, Dunners, I’ll follow up with the “Best of the South” these days.
Ladies and gentlemen, prepare for fireworks of Uglynewzealandism over the next days and weeks! Kicked off by this superb shot by the fabulous Shannon Stevenson, accompanied by a mind-boggling guest post by Alex Gilks aka The Voice of the South:
When the blanket of sudden winter snow melts a bit, and gets all gritty and sullied around the edges with brown and grey tyre juice, that’s when the folks of Timaru do what they do best: load up in a big ol’ 1980s Ford LTD style stretched limo, and head out to the main to cruise the mush, like a dirty big pink shark, looking to raise some hell.
Google Maps Location (sorta)
Our avid (yet mysterious) reader Liz activated her research skills and discovered a bonanza of material about our – and more so New Zealand’s – fence obsession.
Let’s kick off the fence special with this misty, but geometrically inclining shot by Neville 10.
From hereon, I largely quote Liz’s report:
The urge to create fences and walls out of discarded items, not endemic to New Zealand but “practised with vigour”:
- The Jandal Wall/Jandal Fence of Foxton
- The Cardrona Bra Fence (gone)
- The Burke’s Pass Shoe Fence
- My personal favourite, quite arresting, the Tahora pigskin fence. Apparently, there is a wellie boot fence, a toilet fence and a teapot fence.
A… toilet fence?!?! Can I see some photos of that, please?
Life’s a beech. This photo, on the contrary, is greet!
Thanks to the breethtaking Emily Walker.
The earthquake in Christchurch, Godzilla tap-dancing through the streets of Japan – not really the ideal backdrop for a blog specialised in the mockery of defenseless countries and peculiar humour.
Then again, what can you do. Besides donating. And turning off the TV, of course. Removing whole topics or even countries from satire, even the cheap and cheesy type produced here, is meaning well, but not helping in the end. I hope. Otherwise I’ll burn in hell for eternity.
That said, here we go. Again. Let’s start with this lovely shot of the weather conditions in Dacre. In many regions of the world, people would just put winter tires on their cars and get going. In New Zealand, people stay at home for days, take photos, the newspapers print “snow chaos” supplements and monuments by local – quote – artists – unquote – are erected throughout the next summer. And laughed about here.