Auckland Buskfest 2003....Part 1

[nick nickolas]

Once apon a time in a land far, far way from all the trials, tribulations, worries and wars in the world there was a land called Auckland,

The inhabitants of this land amongst drinking lots of beer and eating pies had another pastime, moving around the harbour on expensive machines made of wood/fiberlass/steel/concrete, with only wind and sails for power. This pastime the people had perfected to the ultimate degree so much so that people from other lands make pilgrimages to try and out class and out speed their machines.

There was a group of vaudevillian clowns making there way up from down South contracted to provide laughter and smiles amongst the sails and beer in a venture called Auckland Buskfest which once again I had the job of scheduling casting and to a certain degree directing as well as performing

Little did these clowns know there was another set of vaudevillians being formed sponsored by the Casino and Amex. This group had money and malice in their eyes intent on taking the glory, wallets and laughs from right in front of everyone's noses.

After feeding the cat ( I have adopted a 2 month old kitten called Sox who has fleas )
I walked into the meeting late to see Pam Glaser ( Founder of Crackerjack Promotions hired to oversee the event) and the cast....
Fraser Hooper.....Silent Clown
Gareth Master of Fire and Steel.....Juggler Sword Swallower
Shirlee Sunflower...Physical Comic
Hot Nuts and Popcorn...Funny Rabbits
Derek and Daisy...Acrobats
Shamus...Juggler, Glass walker, unicyclist
Ulla Taylor...Screever
Kim Potter...Juggler, Straight Jacket escapee..
Peter Meilnichk...Clown, Hitler impersonator and plate spinner

The Media officer is talking about how they spent $10,000 on publicity this year then went on to ask if we could help by distributing
the programmes (which had just been released) to the newspaper office, cafes, information kiosks etc....

As the cast looked on in questionable horror she went on

“We thought that your brightly coloured selves would create excitement in these areas.”..
I butted in and explained that we were performers, not leaflet distributors then introduced myself to her, I agreed to do some breakfast TV, newspaper interviews etc., she took my phone numbers..
(it never happened!)

We had 4 Pitches 3 situated along Queen St, the main street downtown.

One at the top in Aotea Sq. an expanse of concrete next to the Town Hall, another in Vulcan lane a small walking street halfway down the hill,
QE2 Sq. at the bottom has been a great pitch the last couple of years unfortunately this year it was taken over by a massive digger, jackhammers and sweaty men in yellow hats building a new underground transport precent .
Consequently we had been squashed into the entrance of the Downtown shopping centre between a Starbucks and another coffee shop wishing it was starbucks.

Across the other side of the fence on the waterfront was the final pitch, The Viaduct Harbour, where all the million dollar yachts and 10 dollar cappachino’s hang out. Looked to be the best, was a space we had to share with the Casino Buskers who included....

Richard Handley..Tutu’s and juggling
Chance...Escapologist
Matthew Flinders...Statue
The Sprockets... Double Decker Bus world travelling circus family
Kinetic Theatre...Statues.

Trundling down to QE Sq., Show firmly attached to my new $65 trolley
I witness Fraser, screaming “Over here Show!” and banging his drum to try and get attention amongst the jackhammers and pigeons,
Few people look on and stare over the tops of their frothy coffee’s as he puts on the MD and starts to groove to the music,,,then from between the two coffee joints comes a pot bellied security guard, who fronts up Fraser, with a letter of prosecution plumbly gripped in his pudding like hand and a onerous glare.

Fraser danced around him showing him the programme, pointing at his watch and gesturing to the space that surrounds them both, quite frankly acting like the spoilt child wanting the ice-cream. he deserved.

The guard leaves to vent his frustration with Cheryl. an organiser standing under the ‘Buskfest” flag located to tell people of our event
.
She started getting agitated and gets on the ‘phone,,,, That was my cue I decide to step in and find out the problem here,,,,,

” No busking here mate ”
“It says right here on this letter from my superiors”
exclaims the wanna be cop,

I grab the document for a closer look, read the sentence noticing his prosecution was my defence and reread it back to Captain ignoramus..

.’ There will be no busking in QE2 Sq. while the building works are going on.......with the exception of performers involved in the Auckland Buskfest’...

He donned his glasses, reread, went red and sauntered away.
Twat!

Fraser finished his show, the pigeons crapped and the jack hammers jacked.

Nothing too disastrous happened on this, the first day of 6,
oh apart from the fact that the schedule which had been carefully structured by yours truly had been messed with in the final print,
so performers could come wingeing to me saying that they cannot do the impossible (i.e. starting a show downtown 5mins before they finish one uptown.)

Wednesday...

Woke up to find cat shit in the front room and Planet Banana in my kitchen.

Then a phone call to advise me that the Friday, Late Night AO show (which had been moved from Aotea Sq. to the Viaduct Market Sq.) also had been moved to Saturday, one of 2 nights ( The other being Thurs) I had arranged for Hot Nuts, myself and Peter Meilnichk to play at The Classic, NZ’s only full time comedy club.

Sitting and sucking my morning coffee at the Viaduct, Chance comes up and starts questioning me about Tennis shoes stolen 4 years ago at this very site. After the inquisition he went on to tell me it wasn’t fair that we could work on his side of the track and he couldn’t work on ours, apparently our contract was a lot freer than his....
”Is this my problem?” I think to myself.

Watching Hot Nuts’ audience gave me a smile as they bared all (well nearly) while escaping from 60 metres of Glad Wrap amongst 36 mouse traps strewn across the concrete.

It’s all running late shows are being played and arguments are being made...Trying to teach the cat how to use the catflap while watching Eric cook gave me time to ponder on the future of the next few days...

[LUCKY DIAMOND RICH]

Nickie Boy,
my heart goes out to you man!All of sudden the winter in England is looking really good!
The only missing link if SHINNER!
Were is he?
Speak soon my man!

LDR

[martin ewen]

oh please yes, tell me what I so desperately want to hear.
Whose organising the casino performers, Greg Lay productions?
I hope so as his company is one of the most exclusive and trustworthy in the land.
(this is sarcasm)
I heard GL productions had balloon twisters making dogs right up till the last seconds on the titanic.
Anyone who works for a company that sacked everybody last americas cup without notice as they were fired themselves for at best naive asset purchases(a boat, its rumoured with their clients dosh,) but who got away with it because of cunning , almost predestined use of non disclosure agreements. (saved the NZ americas cup people from looking like idiots to trust them and hid them from media and potential prosecution)
Is either, desperate, stupid or shameless.
Its perfect. ( so sue me, heres some wood, heres some makeup)
Nick, your mission, should you wish to accept it, SHOES ll.

(Not to hijack my good friend nick topic but heres some past gunk as idle reading)

a small section of
http://www.anti-gravity.com.au/newcentury.html

Details the last americas cup

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[Peter Voice]

Maybe it was one of those poor starving yachtsmen that nicked the shoes. They were in Auckland 4 years ago too and I believe tennis shoes are de rigeur when lunching at the Commodore's table.

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[nick nickolas]

Thursday...

My trolley discards a piece of itself as it gets pulled along in the sweaty midday sun. Casino performers were vulturing around at the Viaduct as audiences slowly dehydrate.
Peter and Shirlee have moved out of the Accommodation because of claustrophobia and I had a show to mc tonight.
“Bring, Bring” the ‘phone...
I pick it up to find out that Hot Nuts have had complaints and Eric is not allowed to bare his bum anymore apparently because of its Persil Canadian luminance.
The Classic had an audience of about 40 people (15 of which we knew)
The show rocked, Hot Nuts closing Peter Meilnichk doing the first half while I filled in the gaps.
We were on a door split, I didn’t even earn the cab fare home...

Friday...

Skate Naked arrive then go Surfing, the smell of cat shit permeates the air again and my trolley has a wobbly wheel.
Performers are getting battle weary, the bunny boys have dropped their ears, the TV and newspapers have no mention of us and the air was getting heated. Eric and Derek decided to do a freebie after Chance at the Viaduct, only to be confronted afterwards by Him and the Site organisers squealing ’No shows out of schedule”! That would count for all shows then” I think.
That night my house was filled with music, Kava and laughter as Skates, Bananas, Famous and Fijians strummed, plucked and sang....Knackered I slept.

Saturday

This was going to be one hell of a day. 3 Street Shows, a 3 hr mc job and a comedy show to headline.

The Viaduct was scorching. Did a show, made $8...
Hyenas whinged, vultures moaned and the people shuffled past,,,zombies looking for shade...

Aotea Sq. has a market on Fridays and Saturdays and was looking good. As I started so did an Asian rendition of Jesus Christ Superstar through fat amps and obese speakers. Despite this curve ball I pulled the edge, closed the show with a weighty hat.
Talking to people after I found out that as I pulled the crowd, Asia Jesus got so frustrated and pulled off his Golden G-string placed it on his head and screamed into the mic, fruit and Veg swinging gallantly to his last remaining followers.

On the other side of the fence Eric’s Bum is still causing controversy.


Enjoying an afternoon drink outside O’Hagens and looking at our stage for this evening Pam gets a call from the Viaduct Superior.
She starts to shake then regains control and with a long out ward sigh says “Yes, ok whatever you say”. She then goes on to explain that our show billed as AO has been restricted to G rating..

Just as we were dealing with that curve ball Eric approaches flanked either side by security guards and a official looking guy holding a clipboard. “Chance just hit me, punched me square on my nose, blood everywhere” he said...
”We’re going to escort him off site” says the official.
Apparently what happened was that Eric had confronted him about yesterdays squealing and Bang ! he got bashed, had a meeting with St John and decided not to press charges. I must admit his nose is looking a bit cauliflower.

Dragging my trolley off to my 5pm show I find (just by Chance) my spot has been taken.

That’s it. That's the crunch! I say to myself, as my trolley and I step into the circle and explain to the audience that they are watching a performer with an anger problem and to be very careful for their own safety.
Walking out of the other side I realise that I had to go back through to get to the stage, I did “Did you or did you not punch Eric Amber in the nose “ I asked 3 times as the people looked on he acted like a typical American and didn’t give me a straight answer.
Police talked to me straight after I talked to them Security intervened and the clipboard man had a Trespass notice in his hand. They surrounded Chance in discussion after this show and I went on to fulfil my contract.

As Pete, Eric, Derek and myself were having a quiet chat about The Classic tonight Fraser came towards us, head down looking up he dropped to his knees and pleaded
“Please, Please boys, can I be part of the show tonight?,,,
I...I...I..J...Just need it for my own self esteem”
We huddled and then agreed to make the clown happy
“No problem mate” we said in unison.

The evening show went well (even though content was restricted)..
Fraser opened with his tennis routine,
Gareth swallowed swords and balanced glasses,
Eric admitted to a crime he didn’t know he committed to Derek,
Peter spun plates,
Shirlee rubbed with half naked men,
Shamus walked on glass and juggled a chainsaw....
and I kept the audience hyped and delivered pitch lines at the end of each half for the mass hatting.

Getting to the comedy club and going on about 12.30 am was my final gig for the day. I realise once again that it doesn’t matter how tired and burnt out you are, you can always find that smile when the house lights go down.

Bigger house than Thurs, just as fun....got just as drunk after.
Ulla and I decided to save $30 on a cab and stay in the digs tonight.

I can see why Peter and Shirlee moved out , ,,

ACB (Auckland Central Backpackers) an old corporate high-rise situated half way up Queen St about 20 rooms a floor (most with no windows) all with a drab colour scheme sharing 2 Showers and toilets, air-conditioned to the max.

I wake up breathing in the odour of Israeli and German travellers from 2 floors below through the air-conditioning, mouth dry, bones tired, brain aching. I wait outside the shower, my turn, clean the multitude of hairs out of the plug ....and let the negative ions rain down ahhhhh I’m feeling alive(ish).

Sparks fly from my trolley as the wheel pings off and it scrapes down the hill “Let it fucking scrape!” my brain tells my body.

I stop to admire Ulla’s street drawing, she has screeved a large red Tanifa/Dragon sitting around his treasure amongst amazing gothic architecture.
She seems to be the only one who has avoided the shit of the last week. Quietly, calmly drawing large crowds and heavy hats.

27 pigeons, a family of four and two bearded vagrants watched me produce tennis balls at QE2 Sq.

I Scrape and sweat to my final show of this misadventure 1.30 @ The Viaduct.....The Vibe is bad...Shows have been cancelled, Casino players have muscled in, we’re being bullied out, Chance is still on the site,
Tennis Shoes are still missing.

I feel myself erupting

....I’m going to explode.....

No, am not going to ejaculate my magna.....
I get on the Ferry to Devonport ( where I live ).

Devonport Wine and Food Festival is on, 15,000 people drinking and dancing in the afternoon sun, meet up with Clark of Planet Banana knock out a couple of shows sandwiched between two very loud music stages....

Ears ringing, heart pulsating and with a jackhammer pounding in my head I let my pistol-whipped legs drag me (and my trolley) home.

“Why the long face? “

I quiz my flatmate as I reach in the fridge for a beer.

“Hit in the driveway Nick”

”Sox”

“The Cat is dead!!”

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[nick nickolas]

A Footnote........

I just want to thank all the people who I hired for not snapping and for their patience and professionalism during this calamity.....
and yes Martin it was GLC.......

[Chance]

Just another footnote...

Except for the names used, almost nothing written here resembles the whole unvarnished truth of all the mischief behind this festival, the blame to much of which falls squarely with Nick and Pam.

Curious how none of Nicks people are singled out except to say how perfect they were. And really quite amazing that there is some attempt here to label certain performers as dubious just because they were hired by Greg Lay and not Nick. No performer is responsible for the actions of the agent hiring them, especially past actions.

In a highly simplified form, the matter came down to the fact that the City end of the festival (read that: Nick, Pam, et al), as evidenced by this heavily slanted review, had a bug up their ass regarding GLC and did everything in their power to complicate the Viaduct's end of things.

For example, Nicks people could work all over the city, including the Viaduct, but the GLC people were relegated to working just the Viaduct and no where else. One result of this fiasco was that the one (!!!) workable pitch at the Viaduct was over-booked and times ran over every single day by the tune of 90 minutes or more.

Another result of this over-booking was that some of Nicks people decided not to stand in line at all and began creating pitches of their own, in locations previously banned and made off-limits even to the GLC crew of performers. But since there was no effort for the two groups of leaders to communicate, the whole festival boiled down to a Us vs Them proposition -- the City vs GLC.

The final cut came with the finale show: produced, arranged, organized and hosted by Nick, it took place at the Viaduct (the place where the GLC people were restricted to during the entire festival), but it included not one act from the GLC roster. Only City performers appeared at the finale show, courtesy of Nick.

(NOTE: I was present at the last America's Cup when Nick was fired by GLC for creating an unhappy public when he spent several shows criticising everyone in sight, sponsors included. Must have felt pretty good giving it all back and then some, right Nicky boy? Pity you didn't consider the rest of us on your way.)

Calamity, indeed.

[Peter Voice]

Good to see you back on the boards, chance.
Hope you can come to Melb., I'm pretty busy with some interesting stuff right now but I'm sure I can find time to watch you too.
It could be fun.

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[Gareth - Master of Fire and Steel]

Chance
Does that mean that next time you'll swap my Vulcan Lane Pitch for your Viaduct Pitch&lt; if only you had let me know sooner!!! I never saw a Punch and Judy Show advertisd on the programme was it a G show or a AO show I missed it??????????? I was at Vulcan Lane the centre of of of of of that's right Queen Street.............

[nick nickolas]

Chance...

Punching a fellow performer in the nose is assault, but attacking a performers reputation and integrity is not only slander but onerous malice;

‘(NOTE: I was present at the last America's Cup when Nick was fired by GLC for creating an unhappy public when he spent several shows criticising everyone in sight, sponsors included. Must have felt pretty good giving it all back and then some, right Nicky boy? Pity you didn't consider the rest of us on your way.)’


THE TRUTH


3/4 years ago I was in Perth performing at the Perth Royal Show when I received an email from GLC explaining to me times and dates I was to perform at the Americas Cup, please note I had no dealings or contact with this company before this.

Confused bewildered I arranged to have a meeting with these people on my return to Auckland.
“ Now what is it that you do? Your a fire eater aren’t you” said Helen Lay..
I then went on to explain that I wasn’t a fire eater but a magician...
“Oh sorry, well can you do these spots anyway” she replied

Greg then entered the room and explained to me that the deal was $300 for a 2 hr session and no passing the hat. I said that I wouldn’t perform unless I could get the hat money as well...we then went on in discussion and the final deal was cut...$300 for a 2 hour session without the hat or $150 with the hat. I was happy with that deal for myself and the rest of our community.

The gig began, every week we went to the office to get our time slots for that week and had to check in every day before we began....it all went pretty smoothly during the Louis Vitton race series ( about 4-6 weeks )....jugglers, musicians, balloon twisters, face painters, unicyclists etc had turned the Viaduct basin into the best ‘Mardi Gras’I have ever seen in Auckland ( I had lived there 7 yrs at this time )...

Then suddenly one Thursday afternoon everyone and I mean every entertainer on site received a phone call from the said agency saying they were fired from tomorrow (Friday) I know this sounds weird readers but this is the TRUTH...everybody fired !.

..We were allowed to finish our scheduled shows ( most people had a couple left on our weekly sceduales ). We were also told due to a disclosure clause they didn’t have to give us a reason for this dismissal and we were not allowed to discuss it with any of the media.

Not being a person who will be allowed to be bullied into submission.
In my final show I asked my audience if they knew why the Viaduct had suddenly been turned from a trobbing mass of colourful entertainment into a tumbleweed town with only expensive restaurants and Super Yachts to entertain the families ( Some families had travelled half way up country to experience this party) with hardly a clown in site.

As they looked to me for an answer I went on to explain the TRUTH yes I was asked into the office after this, but in my reckoning in this democratic country I was allowed freedom of speech and ultimately the TRUTH had to be told after all we ALL had been fired including a performer who had paid his own way from England to be there with a work visa to work exclusively for GLC (He hadn’t even covered his air fare by this time and couldn’t work any where else! ).

The agency had realised their mistake and phoned everyone up again saying that they could work at the Viaduct, being told when and where to play and to earn money solely from the hat which was an interesting paradox considering my first meeting with them.
Consequently I stood my ground and refused to work for them ( and still won’t) some performers bowed down and took the deal, most of us didn’t and boycotted the site.

[Peter Voice]

We (Chalk Circle) were lucky in '99, if we had accepted the offer from GLC we would have lost $1000's. Good advice and a long standing contract with Jody at Christchurch saved our arse.
It's hard to believe they are still in business, although strangely, it is easy to accept that chance is working for them.
These guys make "He Who Shall Remain Noseless" look like a benefactor.

[martin ewen]

Press charges, people who punch other people should be discouraged.
Alternatively they should be thrown naked from a vehicle in papatoetoe with racist slogans painted on them.
Keep up the stirling work nick, really sorry to hear about the kitten, I can't believe chance would stoop so low as to run over someones pet.

[mommaK]

I'd like to applaud Eric for not kicking the crap out of Chance....believe me, I would have pummelled his ass.

[mommaK]

meaning I would have pummelled Chance's ass.....mind you if he comes to Canada I might have my chance. Mind you, it would never be to any festival I run.

[Chance]

Glad you had your say Kelly (and Martin), because it will please you to know that the bloody nose Eric got was the result of him attacking me, not the other way around as Nick would have you believe.

Where I come from it is called self-defense.

What would you do if, as you were walking down the street minding your own business, someone jumped out of a hedge row and slammed both hands against your chest so hard that you almost fall backwards, all the while screaming obscenities and accusations at the top of their lungs, and they rear back for another go?

Eric was railing on and on about some phone call that I was supposed to have made, which complained that their act was not suitable for families, or some such thing. Total crap, and I told him so. He didn't want to hear that and reared back for another swing.

Like I said, self-defense. Initially he refused to admit to it, but on the way to the clinic he finally admitted to the GLC staff and the police that he started the whole thing. Funny that Nick never mentioned that, don't you think?

Like I said, Nick is trying to gloss the whole thing over. His people are perfect, the GLC crew, otherwise.

What I would like to know from the whole thing is the name of the person who told Eric the lie that I had made the phone call in the first place. This person is really the one responsible for Eric's bloody nose. Any ideas? Nick?

[martin ewen]

wow. he admitted you had the right to punch him in the face because he wanted to talk to you.
Gee...who attacked who. I see that your only option was to assault him, he, after all assaulted you.
You live in your own self made victim mentality whilst justifing your punching others in the face.
I agree, there is no justification for his actions.
You were perfectly entitled to punch him in the face, what other option did you have?
He had issues and punching people is the best way to deal with that sort of thing.
You seem to forget that we are a community and have histories that encompass shit like this.
Eric cannot be trained by punches to the face, eric doen't need training, eric is moral, you work on the outskirts, you cannot justify assult by wimping out and inferring you had no choice, I can't wait to see the next person who forces you to punch them in the face.
Loser

[Hot Nuts & Popcorn]

Chance,

I have to admit, I took you by
surprise on the boardwalk.
You were looking the other way.
I was standing in front of you
used both hands and blocked your way.
I was angry and used obscenities.
You are, after all, a cunt.

Was I misinformed about what happened
during the festival?
Was I wrong to confront the person
I believed to be causing trouble?
Do you really believe me to be a
physical threat to your safety?

I never spoke to the police.
I did tell security it was my own fault
for going near you in the first place.
I was covered in blood but nothing was
broken. I chose to let it rest.

I forgive you,
but stay away from me.

Eric

[martin ewen]

Rather than insult him I reckon the most painful reaction is to ignore him.
His profile is consistantly larger than his worth.
Lets just continue, ...if he hits you...have him arrested, stop making excuses for him

[Steven Ragatz]

Notice:
***************************
--- Casting Call for: "South Side Story" ---

What: Join the cast of this lesser known adaptation of "Romeo and Juliet" and "West Side Story," and the portrayal of the riveting tale about two rival street (performer) gangs, the "City" and the "GLC", as they vie for common Auckland turf.

Seeking: All roles, especially Riff-Mercutio and Bernardo-Tybalt for the rumble scene.

Pay: Equity hats.

Experience: Apparently no professional experience necessary.

***************************

[Prof Willie B]

chance, did you really punch Eric?

For *#@$%* sake, you mean to tell me you feared for your safety because of this confused but gentle man?
You?????, an international recognised superstar and stud? Not even Anthony Livingspace would feel threatened by Eric.

Like Peter, I hope you call into Melb. as I will also put aside some interesting work to catch your act. In fact, we'll come together because he can't wait to see your face when you find out who I really am. You never know, we might really enjoy it and keep coming back to all your shows.

If you think Eric is scary, ......

[Chance]

Eric-

I appreciate(ed), both then and now, that you were man enough to admit the fiasco was your fault. It would have been much messier for me if you had lied and said that I struck you first.

But if you are going to waste your time insulting anyone, it should be the "cunt" who told you that it was me who made the (now) infamous phone call about your act. Me, I don't even know if any call was really made, and I don't care to know.

Your act of forgiveness is misplaced, however (and no doubt insincere: e.g. "Cunt"? Get a better writer; maybe Martin will volunteer.) Someone told you the lie, you chose to believe it, you also chose to confront and assult me over it.

Thanks again for owning up to your mistake, but what I really want to know is, who was it that told you the lie in the first place?

[mommaK]

Chance,
Eric's act of forgiveness is misplaced and insincere....? Wow...your ego is really larger than I anticipated. Eric is apologizing and you are the one who punched him...
It really is too bad that you are not man enough to step up to the plate to admit that what you did was wrong. Hitting another performer is barbaric and uncalled for.

[Chance]

Kelly-

I agree with you whole heartedly. To walk up to another person, fellow performer or not, and physically abuse them without provocation is just plain wrong.

So, with this in mind, I recommend that you go back and re-read these past few letters, where you will see that Eric admits to doing this very thing to me, not the other way around.

I called (and still do call) his apology insincere for 2 reasons. The first is that he was the one who provoked me without cause, and the second has to do with the "cunt" thing. Maybe it's just me, who knows? But to say, "Hey, you there, cunt, I apologize" just doesn't do it for me.

Guess it works for you though. To each their own.

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[gerry nelson]

Hey Chance. why don't you just eat it mate? You ARE a cunt and anybody that is aware of your past posts in this forum, knows it!

[Peter Voice]

Gerry, I take exception to you using the term c**t to describe chance. For a start, female genitalia is one of the world's most beautiful and wonderous things and chance is as diametrically opposed to that as anything could possibly be. Female genitalia can inspire, give joy and create life, chance cannot. No single thing in our universe is responsible for more pleasure and to call chance a c**t is to denigrate something truly wonderful.

The context in which you are using this word can be highly offensive to many people and this is not the uncensored "Blah, Blah" section.

[ 02-28-2003: Message edited by: Peter Voice ]</p>

[em]

OOOOOOh
i have come to this post very late but have had the most entertaining saturday afternoon reading it all...
which is ironic seeing as i have just returned from a night shift at an ex offenders/junkie unit where we spend a fair amount of time trying to stop them hitting each other as a way of relieving their own pain. So its great to know it goes on in my other world too. Now i feel right at home.
Oh and THAT word (which, having worked at the unit for a while now) has slipped into my vocabulary even though i agree whole heartedly with the fact that it is a VERY old word used to describe something that is loved. oh on that note Nick love, sorry to hear about your pussy.
I would like to say that i never understood why we call each other "w*£ker" when that is one of the pastimes we all treasure deeply and do alot. how can that have ever become a term of abuse i wonder.
so lots of love to those that know me and see you in the summer for love and laughter.
xxx

[otagoplains]

Hi everyone.

Well I think Chance is a nice nice man and he taught me a lot about how to work the crowd into a frenzy.
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