HELLO
New Zealand, why have you forsaken us with this piss-poor weather? I mean...I don't mind when I'm at work, because I get paid the same to work less, but rain on the weekends too? That's just not on...
Funnily enough, the rain makes me feel quite at home. Whilst everyone else moans and goes on about how bad the weather is, I don't really notice until I remember I'm not in England. I've actually missed that fresh rain smell on a lukewarm day, you know the one? Where, before it rained, the air was all hot and sticky-icky-icky and made your face feel like your testicles and your testicles feel like your face...or is that something only I get? Anyway, then the rain comes and leaves its scent, and everything just feels...better.
Flying burrito brothers is my new favourite restaurant. It's a shit-hot Mexican place that serves THE BEST FOOD I'VE EVER TASTED - apart from Mama's cooking, of course. The menu was so big I needed a TomTom to guide me through it. My TomTom was called Tori and she was from Texas, which surprised me, because I thought she was Canadian. My girlfriend said she could imagine her bull-riding. I told her to stop being so filthy.
I'm dead keen on Gavin and Stacey at the moment, borrowed the box set off some friends and haven't stop watching it. Shit James Corden is funny - he wrote it too, with Nessa (Ruth Jones - could her name be more Welsh?) I reckon I could do that stuff...it's just scriptwriting. I wrote a script at Uni once, it was about a guy trying to persuade his friend that ginger people couldn't get pregnant. I would say it was better than it sounds, but it wasn't.
I guess that's it for now. My girlfriend is telling me via facebook chat to get off the internet. She's sitting next to me. Welcome to 2009...not for pregnant or breast feeding women. I wonder if the future will have a height restriction - all those apocalypses, nuclear holocausts and natural disasters will need some kind of censorship that's for sure. This blog just took a nosedive didn't it?
Signing off...
Wednesday 28 October 2009
Friday 16 October 2009
The last couple weeks have been...
Pretty freaking cool. I turned 21 a week ago and had a really cool 4 days off for my birthday - despite me being worried I'd be too homesick to enjoy it.
On the day of my birthday my housemates took me out to this little town called Methven which is pretty much at the foot of Mount Hutt. The town was actually pretty cool, despite being way out in the stick. Got a coffee in this cool cafe that doubled as a junk shop where "everything" was for sale...even the seats you sat on. I flicked through the vinyls to see if I could find any gems but I was nay successful...my mate Charlie is the king of sniffing out hidden treasures. I couldn't believe how many English people were in this place - 2 out of 3 of the chicks that worked there were Brits, and about 4 customers came in whilst we were in there that were also British. Not holiday-makers or travelers either - full-blown, settled-in English people...bizarre.
Snooped around the town a bit and was shocked to find an awesome skatepark somebody had thrown up in some warehouse...the building was so run down but there were kids all over the place tearing around on their boards. New Zealand knows what's up. Town councils in the UK struggle to put decent skateparks in towns 10 times the size of Methven.
Took a couple snaps...cool huh...
After Methven we drove half-way up Mount Hutt, just to have a look. I don't think I could have ever predicted that I'd spend my 21st birthday half-way up a mountain...
Oh yeah - and there was a sh*tload of fresh snow!
Went out in the evening with a few local hoodlums and gave my liver a good bashing...only went to a couple bars, but they were cool bars with good atmospheres. The night started off pretty low-key but one too many jagermeisters later and I found myself confronted with Space Invaders, a vintage vacuum cleaner, and a terrifying old woman in a cupboard...rock and/or roll...
On the day of my birthday my housemates took me out to this little town called Methven which is pretty much at the foot of Mount Hutt. The town was actually pretty cool, despite being way out in the stick. Got a coffee in this cool cafe that doubled as a junk shop where "everything" was for sale...even the seats you sat on. I flicked through the vinyls to see if I could find any gems but I was nay successful...my mate Charlie is the king of sniffing out hidden treasures. I couldn't believe how many English people were in this place - 2 out of 3 of the chicks that worked there were Brits, and about 4 customers came in whilst we were in there that were also British. Not holiday-makers or travelers either - full-blown, settled-in English people...bizarre.
Snooped around the town a bit and was shocked to find an awesome skatepark somebody had thrown up in some warehouse...the building was so run down but there were kids all over the place tearing around on their boards. New Zealand knows what's up. Town councils in the UK struggle to put decent skateparks in towns 10 times the size of Methven.
Took a couple snaps...cool huh...
After Methven we drove half-way up Mount Hutt, just to have a look. I don't think I could have ever predicted that I'd spend my 21st birthday half-way up a mountain...
Oh yeah - and there was a sh*tload of fresh snow!
Went out in the evening with a few local hoodlums and gave my liver a good bashing...only went to a couple bars, but they were cool bars with good atmospheres. The night started off pretty low-key but one too many jagermeisters later and I found myself confronted with Space Invaders, a vintage vacuum cleaner, and a terrifying old woman in a cupboard...rock and/or roll...
Monday 5 October 2009
Tuesday...
Is cold!
There's a week-long chill going on at the moment, and by gum is it chilly. The sky and I are both feeling (and looking) pretty blue today...that's a bit of a weird thing to say isn't it?
That's a picture of me and Tim (I know it's supposed to be 'Tim and I' but I think it makes me sound too middle-class if I write it like that, so I'm not going to) taken at the first year of uni. I lived with Tim for two years, and now I'm in New Zealand, and he's in New York. How does the saying go? Out with the old and in with the new? That appears to be the case huh. I spoke to him on Skype the other day which was very weird. I don't think either of us could have predicted this.
Anyway I'm home. Been working all day which was just fantastic. I feel like watching my new Clash DVD, so I think I might. My obsession with The Clash is still in full effect, and my list of Clash records and books I want to get is still growing...bugger!
Not much to report. All is quiet on the Eastern front. Dinner is just around the corner. I gave up smoking and then started again, and now I'm giving up again. All in all I haven't achieved much.
Riddle me this -
I came to New Zealand able to write well enough for at least some low-level writing job, yet I don't have one.
I came to New Zealand not being able to make coffee, but all I do is make coffee all day.
Where's the justice? I'm know I'm not the only one out there.
I have also figured out that coffee is for some people what fashion is for others. This bothers me on a daily basis, roughly between the hours of 9 - 5.
...this blog isn't really going anywhere is it? Too many short sentences and not enough depth, too much crap-talking and not enough specific description about anything in particular. Oh well.
I'll call in again soon, hopefully with more spark behind my words. Just not feeling very electric today. It's the cold I tellsya.
PS.
Dear England,
If I could, I would fly you over here, stick a cap on your head and a camera round your neck, call you a tourist and show you everything New Zealand has to offer. You'd be here a while.
Dear New Zealand,
If I could, I would introduce you to England, sit you both down with a cuppa tea, and get England to talk to you about it's History, it's children, and why it has a hard time staying out of trouble. You'd be there a while.
There's a week-long chill going on at the moment, and by gum is it chilly. The sky and I are both feeling (and looking) pretty blue today...that's a bit of a weird thing to say isn't it?
That's a picture of me and Tim (I know it's supposed to be 'Tim and I' but I think it makes me sound too middle-class if I write it like that, so I'm not going to) taken at the first year of uni. I lived with Tim for two years, and now I'm in New Zealand, and he's in New York. How does the saying go? Out with the old and in with the new? That appears to be the case huh. I spoke to him on Skype the other day which was very weird. I don't think either of us could have predicted this.
Anyway I'm home. Been working all day which was just fantastic. I feel like watching my new Clash DVD, so I think I might. My obsession with The Clash is still in full effect, and my list of Clash records and books I want to get is still growing...bugger!
Not much to report. All is quiet on the Eastern front. Dinner is just around the corner. I gave up smoking and then started again, and now I'm giving up again. All in all I haven't achieved much.
Riddle me this -
I came to New Zealand able to write well enough for at least some low-level writing job, yet I don't have one.
I came to New Zealand not being able to make coffee, but all I do is make coffee all day.
Where's the justice? I'm know I'm not the only one out there.
I have also figured out that coffee is for some people what fashion is for others. This bothers me on a daily basis, roughly between the hours of 9 - 5.
...this blog isn't really going anywhere is it? Too many short sentences and not enough depth, too much crap-talking and not enough specific description about anything in particular. Oh well.
I'll call in again soon, hopefully with more spark behind my words. Just not feeling very electric today. It's the cold I tellsya.
PS.
Dear England,
If I could, I would fly you over here, stick a cap on your head and a camera round your neck, call you a tourist and show you everything New Zealand has to offer. You'd be here a while.
Dear New Zealand,
If I could, I would introduce you to England, sit you both down with a cuppa tea, and get England to talk to you about it's History, it's children, and why it has a hard time staying out of trouble. You'd be there a while.
Fully Wired...
Hello again...it's been a wee while...again...sorry...again!
I haven't been that busy, just lazy. But I've got a new laptop and I'm fully wireless now so I'll be able to get bloggy much easier...also helps having a place to store all my photos so I can easily upload them too...like this one...
That's me and the latest in high-tech exercise equipment, a small child. Sure gets your arms burning after a few throws.
So what's been going on? Not much. Been working in the cafe, which is so much fun I almost have to stop myself from crying with excitement every morning...almost.
Watched the New Zealand 'Fight of the Century' on Saturday night. Two of NZ's top boxers went head to head and the wholllleeeee country was on the edge of their seats, for about two minutes...because that's how long it took for Shane Cameron to hit the mat...ouch. David Tua is a beast. It was a bloody exhilerating two minutes regardless.
Yup.
I'll check in again soon, sooner than this time. I'm going to keep on top of this blog once and for all, hurraaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
I haven't been that busy, just lazy. But I've got a new laptop and I'm fully wireless now so I'll be able to get bloggy much easier...also helps having a place to store all my photos so I can easily upload them too...like this one...
That's me and the latest in high-tech exercise equipment, a small child. Sure gets your arms burning after a few throws.
So what's been going on? Not much. Been working in the cafe, which is so much fun I almost have to stop myself from crying with excitement every morning...almost.
Watched the New Zealand 'Fight of the Century' on Saturday night. Two of NZ's top boxers went head to head and the wholllleeeee country was on the edge of their seats, for about two minutes...because that's how long it took for Shane Cameron to hit the mat...ouch. David Tua is a beast. It was a bloody exhilerating two minutes regardless.
Yup.
I'll check in again soon, sooner than this time. I'm going to keep on top of this blog once and for all, hurraaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
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