Wednesday, September 10, 2014
Thingies - Who Bloody Well Needs Them?
This opening had all the ingredients of something memorable. The weather was beautiful, all the yachts, kayaks, dinghies, launches and Maori Waka were out in force. There was a happy, amiable, laid back crowd of people waiting in anticipation for the official opening and the grand walk over - BUT - for over 60% of the time I was there; not so very high (It's amazing you can't see it in the above photograph) was a helicopter (I am told filming the event for posterity) - not just any helicopter mind you, but a fucking great, noisy, intrusive helicopter. In my opinion this constant barrage of noise detracted from the whole historical moment - not unlike witnessing a baptism with someone near the baptismal fount playing one of those fuck wit violent rap songs from a ghetto blaster radio thingy - and speaking of thingies, why couldn't it have been filmed from one of those little drone thingies that nearly gave me a crew cut haircut yesterday (No, I absolutely kid you NOT! - it crashed into a steel lamp post and then almost onto my frigging head) when I was minding my own business on a park bench on the river bank admiring the good ship Mariner. I turned and heard some moron shout "sorry" as he continued to control this drone and its four helicopter blades with a radio controlled thingy - I was caught off guard by this small drone (with its camera) because it was so SILENT! - which is sort of where I begrudgingly rest my case - If you must film every moment in history - do it silently and away from peoples frigging heads.
So, damn modernity's gadgetry to hell I say: Good, got that off my chest - Now, lets drive home in my car, turn on the lights, get a beer out of the fridge, turn on the TV, and ring up Fred Dagg on my cellphone and see if he can lend me that DVD - modern fangled doo dads - bugger all of that malarkey.