Cha Ching

I just got an email from the Commision, they want my bank statements from the last 3 months. Fuck. Reckon they understand what an over draft is?

Angst

I'm starting to get angsty, I wanna go cruise the world and the bloody British High Commission is fucking around and taking their time to give me a visa. I reckon I'll be outta here in four weeks tops, which means I'm gonna hitch on down to Welly and knock on the door of the Commission and ask whats up and explain to them that they need me to enhance their sporting stock as I qualify for an Irish passport and I am thinking of taking up rugby as I feel I have an even chance of making the British and Irish Lions squad for their next tour.

New Years.

Today is New Years Day, I can honestly say that I havn't had a beer all year, the Guinness in the wee small hours don't count. I had a pretty quiet time, Six of us sat around home drinking, slowly but assuredly getting drunk. I was mixing my drinks but keep an eye on myself as I definitely did not want a repeat of myBoxing Day hang over. After the lamest countdown since Europe we had a few more beers then went into little ole Havelock North. I led everyone straight to The Rose and Shamrock where there was a half decent covers band playing good sing a long songs, the whole night was pretty uneventful, but thats the way it goes sometimes.

Today I did the time honoured Ryan tradition of going to the races. The place was packed with hung over people. I was one. I gambled away all my savings. It was probably just as well that I didn't feel like drinking as I got breath tested on the way out, I'm watching a movie called Garden State. It's got that dude from Scrubs in it. It has a few moments but.....