A Blokes Staple Diet
Blokes. There’s nothing quite like it. Beer. And Pizza. And lots of both. Yum.
AKS and I went out yesterday for a round of the Ducky Classic (a home-made golf trophy which I have been trying to lose for a while) and due to a chance roll of the dice I scored my name on it again. It was only after careful statistical analysis that we realised that the game we played happened to be played on the exact 5th anniversary of the first game ever played – even at the same course. The Mackra golf course is probably the best quality course in Wellington that has free roaming goats on it. That combined with the rather cheap $8 green fees made it an absolute pleasure to fire down the fairways with a hired and battered three wood, complete with an accompanying self-shocked look of surprise at hearing that the club made contact with the ball. Ahh, Ducky Classic…
We (B+L+L) also caught up with Rodney today who has a flat in Miramar overlooking Wellington Airport. Crikey, what a view – I’d be glued to the window of the living room for quite a while – every aircraft arriving or leaving Wellington airport doesn’t escape note from that window. Linus was making horrendously funny noises on the way back to A&K’s place that I almost choked. He is such a pleasure and it getting right into mimicking.
There’s an empty crate on the floor. I think it was full about 8 hours ago. Burp.
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By Rodney, March 12, 2007 @ 9:59 pm
Unfortunately now I have to shift – landlord sold the place, so around 5 weeks left now to find a new place. It is very hard in Wellington – we’ll see
I’m pretty certain that the next place will not have the expansive views of the airport. Stink!