François in the world.

Just got owl post from my old mate François, he’s currently travelling around Thailand, where he’s been for about the last 3 weeks, trying to avoid tourists, and so on.

Amongst the other things he’s been up to, he’s now eaten deep fried caterpillar, and something called an inferno hot frog. You’ll be surprised to hear he got a bit sick in the guts. *smirk*

Sounds awesome, though, really, he travels better than anyone else I’ve ever met, eg. packed onto a people smuggling boat with a hundred other people for a night voyage, or travelling by ute with 25 in the tray. And having a blast, with incredibly stories to tell.

Wish I could eat inferno hot frog.

I feel a page of ‘animals what have been eaten by me’ coming on.

Make my lunch.

As all of my peers in the outrageously wealthy and popular upper strata of society will know, sometimes if you want something done right you have to have your manservant do it for you.

This is not always the case, especially when he outright refuses and tells you your ideas are stupid, well, as you’d expect, I fired his insubordinate arse.

Unfortunately, I now find myself in the highly unusual position of having to make my own lunch… Like to know how I do it?.. Go on, have a look.

Also featuring the new improved version of how to pour a glass of some sort of drink.

Grey Lynn Park Festival

Click for bigger, better, and more.Went down to the Grey Lynn Park festival with Claire & her friend Louise.

George is still a bit too young to control himself in that large and busseling a crowd, so I brought him home after a while.

I took a highly scientific poll while we were there, and the stats have now been tabulated: Old muslim women (that’s what she looked like to me) and school aged Pacifican girls are the groups least likely to be happy to see a dog. I guess they’re scared of them, or something.

There were very few Asian or Icelandic or Polish or Inuit (etc) people in the crowd, so I don’t know where they’d come in the scale.

Kulmbacher Premium Pils

It’s almost like I’m getting back into the swing of things… Kulmbacher Premium Pils.

If you can’t be bothered to spend the time reading the whole thing (like a few paragraphs will really take up so much of your life, ya big sook), here it is in a sentence: "Quite nice, especially for a cheap one."