A five hour drive down State Highway 1 is far more pleasant than five minutes on the M1. You see fewer cars and the scenery is Next Level. A bit American Midwest but beggers can't be choosers.
My brother's car handles pretty much the same as the Sega Rally machine at Portsmouth Students Union, which is a little disconcerting as I keep having flashbacks of power-sliding round corners whilst drunk. At least I think they're flashbacks.
My brother's PC setup puts mine to chame. His second PC has a bigger monitor than my first and his main pc has a 32 inch plasma screen. How good would WoW look on that!
When people in shops ask how you are, they actually seem to want to know. It's weird, it's almost as if they're being genuinely friendly rather than treating you as if your only reason to enter the shop was to persue a personal vendetta against them and prevent them from spending their entire shift without interacting with another human being.
Every town in New Zealand has its own speciality to separate itself from everywhere else. So far we've passed through the Corragated Iron Capital of the North Island, The Gumboot Capital of New Zealand, and The Huntaway Capital of The World. Which begs the question: what's a huntaway?
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... about £100 a week? oh no hang on thats a 'Grecian Urn'...
ReplyDeleteI think it's like a takeaway but you have to hunt it yourself (sniff). You'd better hope nobody orders a 'double POM' anytime soon eh? oooh drifted off into a Mad Max post-apocalyptic cannibal eaterie reverie there for a second. Werll.. it IS Wednesday.
oh, turns out it some sort of kiwi dog. (it's flightless you know!) No information coming through as to whether they're pre or post apocalyptic yet.
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5 hours in the same car with Rich! I hope that was before the curry!
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