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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Friday, May 31, 2002
Sorry if you've texted me lately and i've not responded, i'm utterly skint, and so can't afford to buy a top up card for my cellphone.
So purely as a cost cutting measure, i'll be curling up on the sofa to watch as much of the World Cup as is freely broadcast in NZ (Not much). Or possibly nursing glasses of coke though matches at broad minded Christchurch sports bars (That aren't showing wall to wall replays of All-Blacks games, or other such Rugger Bollox)
Shame, as i'd fancy visiting Sammy's Jazz Review again. We discovered it last weekend, and although i tend to avoid noodley jazz bollox when possible, the place was great and even "Sidewinder" the house band and their roving Sax player we're pretty entertaining. The toilet door looks like something out of Star Trek too, so bonus points for that.
And there were no banks of TV's broadcasting the Rugby channel - HALLALOOJAH!
8:34 am
