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.