A happy-go-lucky English rambler dude goes to New Zealand for a year. Here he interfaces with some of those he left behind and details his nefarious activities. Or summat.
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The Decemberists - Picaresque
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Tuesday, January 22, 2002
I'm all on my own now - Alison's done, gone an' left me :o( Waved her off at the airport on sunday, then went home and moped for about an hour, until an unexpected visit from the Keith-meister cheered me right up.
He'd just bought a bitching new mountain bike (A Kona Cinder Cone), and insisted i came round to his house to gawp at it, and then bez up and down the street, seeing who could get the fastest speed up (Calculated using the snazzy on-board computer he got with it too!). Which, as you can imagine, was a whole lotta fun. And combined with the sun coming out over Christchurch for the first time in living memory, led to me cheering right up. (Sorry Alison, the brother / sister bond clearly isn't as deep as the satisfaction gained from arsing around on bikes ;o)
I had a go at yet another new hobby on Monday night - Ultimate. If you can imagine, it's basically a cross between, US Football, Netball and Basketball, only played with a frisbee - simple huh?
I always considered myself to be fairly proficient at the art of frisbee, but having to combine this with running around like a lunatic, as well as having a team of people doing their best to stop you passing to anyone, does tend to make the whole thing a lot harder. Nevertheless it was great fun, despite the other team quickly realising i was the weakest link in the opposition, and exploiting this to the full :os
