The New Zealand love of rugby is world renowned, and at times seems all consuming. Not least when Emily (continuing to surprise in her embracing the local culture) commented during week 2 of the NPC rugby "their backs aren't running very good lines". And that is whilst the Living channel is readily available too!
Great enjoyment was brought by overhearing Craig David's "Seven Days". The joy in the knowledge that I had managed to distance myself from hearing or even thinking of the south coast crooner in a good six-months. The joy of realising that respite is possible, and that exposure to the discography of Robbie Williams is similarly avoidable. Unfortunately Crowded House and Ronan Keating are less well discouraged.
Themed parties. Never been to as many. Fake Tatts n Hats, Outrageous Fortune.....
Adverts for sheep drench. As an alternative to hours of high profile, celebrity tit/arse showing adverts aiming to extract my cash in return for an overpriced mascara / car / magazine / insurance company / bank, adverts for sheep drench (and similar) and Weet-bix are two-a-penny. Almost tempted to combine them.
The search for creative genius continues amongst NZ's vast array of derivative musical acts.
There is a light however, and a recent blues night (gold coin entry) raised the bar considerably.
Otago V Southland NPC rugby: "They've got numbers out wide.......unfortunately they're low numbers"
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