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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Monday, September 23, 2002
Hiya. As people are still visiting the site, and i've not got around to finishing off my new site, i thought i should keep posting on here for now.
Well, there is life after New Zealand. It's just a bit different.
I've gradually caught up with all my old mates, and seen all my old Lestar haunts, so the novelty of being back is wearing off, and i'm having to get back to having a 'normal' life again. Happily this doesn't mean i've not been doing funstuff though.
Last week my comrade in kayaking, James Hieronymus Gates, phoned me from London village and asked, "Fancy coming down to London to see Hope Sandoval play, and stay over in my bitching Loft Style Apartment?".
There really is only one answer to that question, so the next day i was on the train down to London, and had a great evening with James, Hope and the drummer out of Supergrass (Who i bumped into in the toilet at the gig, cor!). Some of you may not be familiar with the work of Hope (Singer out of Mazzy Star), but that fact that James and I both almost fell asleep at the gig shouldn't put you off her. She ROX! If it is possible to ROCK! in a dreamily, hypnotic, seductive way?
Hope Sandoval - schwing
I would have spent the whole weekend in the smoke with James, if i didn't have to return for the ultimate confrontation in the world of Association Football - Leicester City Versus Derby County. As well as being my first City game for a year, it was also my first game at our new 30,000 seater stadium, which was so nearly called the Walker's Crisp bowl! (Which would have been quite cool if you ask me. But they didn't). I didn't really have high expectations for the new ground, but it and the team were much better than could be expected. There was a great atmosphere in the place, with songs coming from all areas of the ground, rather than just from the kop, like at Filbert street, and just the simple fact of having 30 000! people at a Leicester home game was impressive. Oh, and the team? They twatted the sheep-shaggers 3-1!! COME ON!! :oD
And on a slightly more relaxed note, Mother and I went to (almost) the last Cricket game of the season at Grace road, a day / night one dayer against Somerset. Poor old Leicestershire never really looked like winning, (despite Somerset being without Trescothick and Caddick) after a rather horrible middle order collapse. But Somerset had an attack of the jitters themselves, so it did end up going down to the last over. It was still very enjoyable, but in more of a 'flask of tea and fruitcake' way, than the test matches i went to in NZ.
For anyone with access to digital TV, and who doesn't have a job, or any interest in leaving the house all afternoon, i would heartily reccommend tuning into Eurosport's coverage of 'La Vuelta', or the Tour or Spain. Cycle racing is infinitely more interesting than say Formula One, not to mention anything else on TV in the afternoons. As a further bonus, the commentator on Eurosport, David Duffield, is possibly one of the most entertaining men on TV. Imagine a cycling Alan Partridge, only slightly less coherent (but in a nice way).
David Millar - UK's best hope in la Vuelta. Who today crashed into a ditch. Bugger.
Another reccommendation, 'Insomnia', starring Al Pacino, Robin Williams and Hilary Swank. Went to see it tonight with me sister. Very good stuff. Would say more about it, but it's now 4am, and i don't suffer from Insomnia, so i really should be asleep. So i can get up early and open all my birthday present! (No plural required sadly - sniff).
4:13 am
