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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Tuesday, December 31, 2002
A quick hello & merry new year to you all.
I do hope the new year gets a bit happier for everyone than this year has finished up. Virtually everyone i know (Sadly including me) seems to have some kind of horrible heartbreak going on, or major life alterations to go through.
It can't believe it's only been a year since i was paragliding over Taylor's mistake to finish off 2001, that seems like a whole other life. Could have done with a bit of Paragliding today actually, but i'm going to make do with going round to Boney's for some traditional Italian new year nosh courtesy of Alessia, and then some traditional English booze (Maybe even Belgian if i get lucky) at the Pump and Tap pub.
Would like to write more now, but i'm getting a lift into town with Alison, and as i found out to my cost last night when we went to see the Two Towers (What a wonderful fillum), if i'm not ready when she's decided to leave the house i will get left behind. So i've got to skidaddle, have a shower, and put on my favourite stupid cowboy shirt.
Anyway, happy everything, to everyone, love Mark
8:58 pm
