an update on the warhammer situation: i just played the week-long trial and decided that was enough. twas a close call.
am getting a little sick of those guys and tee pain showing off their fancy boat. i don't think they quite understand what being on a boat is really all about. if i were to be on a boat it would involve one of the following situations:
1. Going out on the Dunedin harbour on a day which Dad claims is 'breezy' on his tiny orange sailboat, which holds three people at a push. There's always sea spray, numbing wind chill factor, rope pulling, careful manoeuvring out of the bay because the tiny motor at the back doesn't work, ducking under the boom, getting hit in the head by the boom, and best of all, my little brother hiding in the cabin and constantly asking if it's time to stop so we can have some thermos-coffee and then him deciding for all of us that it's time to go back to land once we've drunk the coffee. Good times.
2. Being dragged behind a boat that's going way too fast on an inflatable tube thing by an irresponsible uncle who always turns a corner far too sharply, sending one flying metres into the air and rendering one an invalid for the next day or two.
3. I drink a bottle of $6.99 'Obikwa' merlot bought from countdown on a whim, end up somewhere near the waterfront for reasons (forever) unknown, and attempt to steal a yacht. Possibly get arrested in a far less classy situation than Rory Gilmore's boat debacle.
ok, number three hasn't happened. yet...
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