My opinions on matters of the day that, generally, have pissed me off.
Being described as a 'Surly Curmudgeon', by those who meet me on a good day, I have a poor regard for the human species.
This is my place for my free speech- not bloody yours. Crap under your own rock.
A fascinating read about the history of the Christchurch gasworks and the people who made this misfit work- against all the odds.
A tale to horrify a greenie or an OSH inspector, this book covers an area mostly overlooked by NZ historians- our early utilities. While many have covered rural life, few have said much about life inside the factories or the 'Dark, Satanic Mills' of the early last century.
I remember the fuming, stinking monster from my early days in Christchurch and later as I excavated trenches in the city streets- the smell from leaking gas pipes still permeated the soil many years after the works demise.
A must read for the enthusiast of past ways of life.