Matt and his cronies. That, apparently, was a beer spillage. Hmmm.
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Having taken the plunge and made the permanent move from England to New Zealand, this website (not blog, hate that word) was born out of sheer bone idleness. Emailing people to tell them what I was up to over here sounded like far too much effort. Now the effort is squarely on the shoulders of my readers who have to trawl through regular tales of drunken nights out and quiz questions. Enjoy...
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- Kat and Liz (minus wig)
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- We belonged in a different time
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- Kat and her fella, Hamish...what a pair of posers!
- Mike (best dressed in my opinion) and Kat
- Me, Matt and Floyd
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