Fullers

I am pleased to see Fullers don’t put a silly little tsunami ahead of profits. A friend on the 8:15 from Auckland to Waiheke tells me that Fullers waited until the ferry had departed before advising passengers of the tsunami and the beach races were postponed. Good one lads.

In the words of Lady Bracknell (The Importance of Being Earnest) To lose one parent, Mr. Worthing, may be regarded as a misfortune; to lose both looks like carelessness.

I guess I have been careless, that said, a lot has passed me by and somethings have landed.

I was listening to Mike Hosking ( a momentary lapse of reason) and he was pondering why everyone was so in to this rocket launch. Well Mike, it is a fucken rocket, you know, a rocket, no? No, I guess I shouldn’t expect a Lycra wearing, hair gel using radio announcer to appreciate a rocket. Then on the other hand, those of us who can recognise the smell of methanol, gunpowder, av gas and has had more than his or her fair share of JD’s, or Lion Red, knows their way round Western Springs blindfold, will know, IT’S A FUCKEN ROCKET MIKE …..

Meanwhile I have to laugh at the still vacant Retravision building. The retro visionary of an owner has managed to turn it into an uninviting chasm. Why he didn’t put some windows in it so you could save some electricity and see what is one of the best views on the island is well beyond me.

I got home the other day tofind  a Jehovahs’ Witness pamphlet proclaiming “would you like to know the truth” sitting on the doorstep. Funnily enough I know the truth (apart from the fact their end of world came and went years ago, hence they have well and truly passed their use by date) How could a Jehovas Witness couple abandon their own son on the side of the road in Takapuna after dragging him to a foreign country on the other side of the world. I would have dearly loved to have been here to ask them directly.

Brilliant to see the Fullers spin doctors out celebrating the Kea’s 21st  birthday, woo hoo, aren’t you really saying it is old?

So Fullers have finally conceded that the Quickcat is in fact the Slow Dog and can’t do the run in the touted 35 minutes. Tell a story often enough and people will believe it. Instead of beefing up the horsepower,  or simply opening the throttle, Fullers have decided that in order for the punters meet their connecting bus and trains, wait for it,  the 7:20 will become the 7:15 from early October. Trust Fullers to be on the cutting edge of progress.

So while Mr Hudson is blaming the stench that permeated the Superflyte on a broken fan can he please explain why it is necessary to pump out the sewerage tanks on the Quickcat as the passengers depart the 7:20. If anyone has Doug Hudson’s mobile number we would like it so we can text hum every time we have to pass through that vomit inducing stench.

Doug Hudson reported a failed fan on the Superflyte caused a sewerage stink through the cabin. Is Doug forgetting he has no fans.

The Quickcat returned to service from routine maintenance, during which we were forced to suffer the  Vomit Comet, sporting smart new air conditioner units that proceeded to piddle on it’s passengers. A slight oversight in design it appears, but instead of shutting it down until a solution is reaches Fullers staff have taken to placing paper plates with Wet Seat written on them to warn passengers.

Another last minute text message from Fullers announcing the Superflyte will be off for the next 4 days for planned maintenance. Sorry Fullers, no one plans that kind of maintenance on a Sunday the day before. I think it is time to come clean and admit that your fleet is old and now extremely unreliable.