Comments on: The Thumping Of Tubs http://hootingyard.org/archives/1814 A Website by Frank Key Sat, 11 Feb 2012 09:47:36 -0600 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.8.4 hourly 1 By: Glyn Webster http://hootingyard.org/archives/1814/comment-page-1#comment-5789 Glyn Webster Tue, 17 Feb 2009 20:45:05 +0000 http://www.hootingyard.org/?p=1814#comment-5789 Let's see if this works. To the right is the tank: http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&source=s_q&hl=en&geocode=&q=hamilton+new+zealand+ruakai+road&sll=-37.796831,175.279441&sspn=0.016413,0.027294&ie=UTF8&ll=-37.795407,175.277939&spn=0,359.945412&t=p&z=14&layer=c&cbll=-37.795317,175.277934&panoid=2gmfhuuby8rnp8wbhMjWVQ&cbp=12,208.41137237185723,,0,-13.789695398735127 If Google's satellite coverage of Hamilton wasn't so pathetic I could show you the tiny world concealed within. Let’s see if this works. To the right is the tank:

http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&source=s_q&hl=en&geocode=&q=hamilton+new+zealand+ruakai+road&sll=-37.796831,175.279441&sspn=0.016413,0.027294&ie=UTF8&ll=-37.795407,175.277939&spn=0,359.945412&t=p&z=14&layer=c&cbll=-37.795317,175.277934&panoid=2gmfhuuby8rnp8wbhMjWVQ&cbp=12,208.41137237185723,,0,-13.789695398735127

If Google’s satellite coverage of Hamilton wasn’t so pathetic I could show you the tiny world concealed within.

]]> By: Frank Key http://hootingyard.org/archives/1814/comment-page-1#comment-5787 Frank Key Tue, 17 Feb 2009 08:43:52 +0000 http://www.hootingyard.org/?p=1814#comment-5787 Readers may need to be reminded about the Hooting Yard Tsar to whom Mr Webster refers. References to his appointment and duties can be found buried somewhere within the 2003-2006 Archives. Readers may need to be reminded about the Hooting Yard Tsar to whom Mr Webster refers. References to his appointment and duties can be found buried somewhere within the 2003-2006 Archives.

]]> By: Glyn Webster http://hootingyard.org/archives/1814/comment-page-1#comment-5786 Glyn Webster Tue, 17 Feb 2009 08:37:35 +0000 http://www.hootingyard.org/?p=1814#comment-5786 The Hooting Yard Tsar took to tub thumping once, and it saved his life. Hamilton has two municipal water tanks in a park, right in the centre of town. The Tsar discovered a tree branch he could climb to look over the edge of the smaller, disused tank. It was roofless and dug two stories into the ground. And it had a wild park-like space inside that needed exploring. He climbed in. He couldn't reach the bottom from his final handhold, but it was low enough for him to jump from. His mistake didn't occur to him until he wanted to go home. The Tsar could hear people walk past, but the acoustics seemed to direct his shouts for help straight up. He heaved sticks, but they went in the wrong direction to be seen, or weren't understood. No one else was curious enough to climb the branch to look into the tank that day. There was a heavy rainstorm and he experienced one of the most miserable nights of his life, only metres from a friend's house. The following morning he started to think and search. He found a buried rusty barrel, dug it up with his remaining stick and proceeded to tub thump. He did not thump for Jesus or Mohammed, but he thumped for his soul. A hard day's tub thumping finally made someone curious enough climb the branch and look down into the tank. (He has so many of these stories I don't know why he is alive.) The Hooting Yard Tsar took to tub thumping once, and it saved his life.

Hamilton has two municipal water tanks in a park, right in the centre of town. The Tsar discovered a tree branch he could climb to look over the edge of the smaller, disused tank. It was roofless and dug two stories into the ground. And it had a wild park-like space inside that needed exploring. He climbed in. He couldn’t reach the bottom from his final handhold, but it was low enough for him to jump from. His mistake didn’t occur to him until he wanted to go home.

The Tsar could hear people walk past, but the acoustics seemed to direct his shouts for help straight up. He heaved sticks, but they went in the wrong direction to be seen, or weren’t understood. No one else was curious enough to climb the branch to look into the tank that day. There was a heavy rainstorm and he experienced one of the most miserable nights of his life,
only metres from a friend’s house.

The following morning he started to think and search. He found a buried rusty barrel, dug it up with his remaining stick and proceeded to tub thump. He did not thump for Jesus or Mohammed, but he thumped for his soul. A hard day’s tub thumping finally made someone curious enough climb the branch and look down into the tank.

(He has so many of these stories I don’t know why he is alive.)

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