Fothers

…But not necessarily angry.  Only have one objective – Post more that dave.  Oh, and learn to spell better.  Oh, and learnt to count better.

Bye for now

My insurance company just waived my excess on the basis that other party was a cheating, lying, snivelling, ugly, smelly dirty, leper-slapper-whore.  Did I mention that she also had numerous skin diseases?

A happy end!

Especially people who reverse in to my car and then say it’s my fault.  Shit lady.  Have you ever watched my name is Earl?  Well karma is going to shit on you big time bitch.

Meh.

Another huge day in.  about 70 – 80 people in varied costumes, and a keg of piss to top it all off on a scorchinkg d’Auckland day.  A 12 hour stint. 

Happy 40th Kim!

Our fambily is complete with the addition of Freddie “Kruger” Fothers.  No more freakin cats pissing on my bbq.  Hah!  Can’t wait to see what happens when he gets hold of that b&w bastard that keeps waking me up!!!

 Anyway, he’s tres cool and very active…

Way back when, I went to see the cure at Vector Arena and lamented the fact that they had to decant my beer into a plastic receptacle.  You can read about it here. 

Well last night we went to Vector Arena again and it just gets worse.  Some freakin rocket scientist has come up with the idea that plastic pump bottles are dangerous weapons, and they decanted the bloody water in to paper cups.  For fucks sake Nigel.  Get over it you PC freakin tree huggers.

Which is an ARC park south of Omaha.  It’s a marine reserve and it’s tops.  A whole day out, breakfast at Sam’s cafe (Quince) in Warkworth and a $4 bottle of Reisling with lunch meant it was all just superb.  Kim didn’t even spend a cent at Morris & James on the way home.  I even strutted my stuff on the beach sans shirt.  Can’t remember the last time that happened, although Kim estimates it was about 1991 at Pauanui when I went swimming in my boxer shorts and Gab got to see the effects of cold water on a man’s appendage.

So, got to play with the new camera, and found the world’s most curiously named vineyard.  I wonder what they say when they answer the phone.  Bugger it, I’m going to ring up and find out (see the first photo).

Which photo(s) did I take?  And which photo(s) did my 7 year old take?  You be the judge.  A dinner of Gnocci and salad to the winner.

Check it out – bloody funny

http://www.spareroom.co.nz/2008/11/03/cunning-stunts-and-other-choice-links/

13 friends
36 Heinekens
2 types of cocktails
3 bottles of Champagne
4 bottles of white wine
6 bottles of red wine
2 bottles of dessert wine
1 bottle of baileys
1 bottle of single malt
1 cool menu
11 courses of unbelievable food
1 impossible course (inter)
5 Moustaches
7 totti tartlets
1 leather tie
1 25.5 x digital zoom
0 chunders

A HHHUUUGGGEEE night in.  Chickens looked good.  Blokes looked mildly ridiculous.  But we had a damn good time and I, for one, got trollied and I am fairly confident that I wasn’t the only one.

Thanks to the Morgans for the use of their castle and for everyone this week who has contributed to making this a very special 40th birthday including phone calls, cards and gifts.  On ya!

Here’s the evidence.