i'm just going to stay on holiday and read all of 'Love & Rockets'

So, I've had a week back in New Zealand and I have to say I feel like an opinionated tourist who has read a Lonely Planet, spent a week in a hostel and taken a day trip to Thames and now feels ready to declare his cruel judgement upon the home country of another peoples, their cuisine, their etiquette, their use of contractions and their public transport system. Except it's my home country, so really i'm just coming home to my house and thinking... "I'm glad I'm not the guy who bought this place, yeesh."

Nah, this place isn't so bad. We have over five different ways to end a sentence on a note of familiarity and inquiry:
Totes,
Aye,
Bro,
Mate,
Isn't it?

And don't get me started on gerunds. TV3 and One News, you know I'm talking to you.

Last night was the Makeshift gig at A'isha (formerly the Underground). See Tommy's blog:
It’s all happening at what was formerly the Underground bar, but is now a sassy black woman named A’isha. Or Moesha. Or Shanaynay. Either way, tomorrow night I will be inside her. Doing that thing I do.

The night before was the Brand New Math gig, where I saw a certain someone the drunkest I've ever seen them. And I took a photo. I now have that photo and a question, hanging in a provocative manner like salami over a deli counter or bacon on a piece of toast (trust me) about what to do with it. Thankfully I now have an answer.

It seems while I've been away a few different people have been stung by the facebook 'photo tag' function, to the point where if someone takes a photo of someone falling from grace - bung-eyed and bleeding, leaning over to revise and review the contents of a kebab etc. - the done thing is to shout out 'facebook!' and have a chuckle. Sure, if the person doesn't like it, they can complain or whatever, but if you didn't want to have your associates and old school friends looking at pictures of you snotty-nosed and muffin-topped then don't drink.

This is all wrong thinking. You can figure out why...

It's time to talk about something else. Like Vampire Weekend, how good are they? Oh, right, is this just like that time everyone talked up The Strokes and then Is This It came out? Actually, maybe it is, 'cos Is This It was a gift for all of us to enrich our lives and become better people. And they all met at Columbia University... sigh.

Pity their t-shirts suck.