The old grey mare she ain’t what she used to be …

Now Cadburys are at it. Instead of increasing prices they are downsizing. The king size bar used to weigh in at 250 gm. That’s what they were at Woolworths but a month ago. (Watch this link disappear). The new cardboard wrapped variety (coming to a shop near you) weighs in at 200gm folks. Hot on the heels of the downsizing of cheese and washing power (which is supposedly more concentrated) – pull the other one eh what?

So the scam is don’t increase the price – reduce the size. In fact, it is both prices increased with sizes decreased. The shopper had better be a good maths student!

Of course the price will be initially lower until all the old stock is phased out and then it will return to the old prices for what used to be King Size.

Should King Size now be called Queen Size?

You’ve either got or you haven’t got style …

I thought Colin Meads had it. But now he is going for the big SIR. Of course being a “good kiwi bloke” (an egalitarian sort), he insists it is not for him. It’s for the people who asked him to become a SIR (don’t you know). It is for his friends. It is for his wife. It is for the IHC, so he can get more money.

Ho .. ah hum

Cut the crapola Colin. Just fess up that you like the idea of being call Sir Colin Meads, even if you say you don’t. If that’s your game, fine! But don’t be so flaming disingenuous. As they say, you can’t have you cake and eat it! You want to be a SIR and still retain your stature as a “good keen kiwi bloke” then be honest. “I just kinda like thu ideya of bein a SIR”.

Sorry no deal. It is not the SIR business that gets me. It is the disingenuity.

Talk about identity politics!

Tammy, Tammi, Tami's in love ...

Who sang the song and in what movie? Winner gets a free dose of expired Tamiflu! Oseltamivir phosphate is just the thing to buck you up!

How does Nu Zulun stop the spread of the “killer” flu? Well, we become the only country in the world to make Tamiflu available over the counter at the chemist. But you have to present with symptoms. So we invite all those with raging fevers, hacking sore throats and non-stop coughing to congregate in their masses at the local pharmacy to collect their dose and meanwhile infect all the other shoppers and the beloved pharmacist.

We stay come out wherever you are! Bring your infection and spread it on the buses and in shops.

Oh, and perhaps some of you, the panicky among you, can also queue up, pretend you have symptoms and get your supply. Go for a run before you arrive at the chemist so your face is red. That will get your pulse up too - a key feature of a fever. Better still, wear a mask and cough intermittently. In fact, some of you would be better of with a mask all the time - flu season or not.

"You seem fine my dear"
"Oh no, I feel so awful ... it's a swine of a fever"

The end result – chemist shops shut all over the country due to pharmacists down with the flu (whatever variety) after continual, repeated exposure.

The chemist shop could become an incubator for all kinds of diseases to mix and co-habit as fever stricken patients descend in their hordes.

Well done Nu Zulun! Clever idea.