Washed up on the shores of Sydney Harbour. No marmite, no music and no mercy from the locals.
The whispers in the dark of night, the cries of drunken joy in the early hours of the morning and the slow burning madness of a mixed up, shook up, muddled up, upside down world.
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Let's talk rugby
Touchdown - Christchurch New Zealand.
Right, let's talk rugby. The sound of silence echoes around the city. Now, I wonder why that could be.
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