No, it’s not a title of a film about to be banned by the chief censor, it’s been my day. Chopper Junior wanted to make an effort with his (good god) Jack the Ripper project, so I fired up InDesign and let him have a crack at desktop publishing. Out of three printers in the wharenui, the only one that works is in my office. So we spent the last day of school holidays with me swearing at his pagination and it probably took me longer to print his pages than it did for him to research and type them.
To relieve the pent up tension, I took the beasts to Andersons Park art gallery for a bit of kulcha (wasted – Chopper Jnr wanted to know if he could hold a murder mystery there, Weenis wanted to know if he could have a pee in the expansive gardens). But the last day of the holidays did (despite one epic dead leg incident) make me realise how lucky I am to be able to hang with my self-made homies. Monday will be another day tied to catching up with the huge mountain of audits, applications, and (don’t ask) recipe books that have been stymied by the school holidays. But we have had a brilliant time across the lower South Island, with some classic Chopper Jnr and Weenis calls as below.
Queenstown before the Aussie tourists started getting arrested
So much respect. Reminds me of the good old days when my brother an I used to take turns at setting each other on fire. Also reminded me of this – and how lucky I am again:
