Weekend review...

Lot to cram and with no internet at home it's still text only. So for those of you who only look at this site for pictures of drunk people you may want to go somewhere else for the time being.

On Friday night, me and Rob moved a few bags over to the new place, but nothing too strenuous as we had a long day of shifting things ahead of us. I hadn't been to the supermarket seeing as I was about to move so it was fast food time. I chose KFC for the first time in a while and I have to say, although the taste is exactly the same, getting a bread roll and a mini pot of mash&gravy thrown in for free makes a difference.

At 8.30 on Saturday, Leanne and Si turned up in her dad's ute to do the shifting. The travelling went something like this:

Remuera to Mt Eden
Mt Eden to Glen Dowie via Remuera (to pick up stunning new 3 piece suite)
Glen Dowie to Mt Eden
Mt Eden to the north shore (to pick up Rob's girlfriend Mia's spare fridge)
North Shore to Remuera
Remuera to Mt Eden

All in all we did about 150k's.

We were finally in our new flat by around 3pm.

With everything dumped and in no way sorted, we headed off to Rob's parents place in Clevedon (about 45 mins drive south of Auckland) where we were given beers and eggs on toast. In return for their hospitality we left with a clothes rack for Rob, a kettle, a toaster and some booze. Oh, and Dave, Rob's brother, who was to be our first house guest.

We were back for hardly any time when we had further visitors - Mia, her daughter and Mia's friend and daughter. When the ladies all left me, Rob and Dave set about the Heinekens. After a while we tested out the locals - we have an Irish pub (The Clare Inn) which is not too bad and a pool hall where it's cheap, tables are good and they serve incredibly strong vodkas. After me and Rob took down Dave and his mate Woody we headed in to town and ended up in Crow Bar dancing along to 80s tunes. Not normally that sort of music in there, but it was someone's private party or something. Anyway, the highlight was Rob managing one chin-up off the aircon.

Would tell you about the incident involving a rat, but animal welfare might be reading.

The next day me, Rob and Dave went for a pint in the Irish local. That place has potential, bar the fiddledy-dee/walking in the air music.

After that me and Rob went to the Warehouse in Balmoral, the next suburb over, for all our homeware needs. The Warehouse is kind of like Ikea, but a bit cheaper and not as good quality or variety of stock. Still, we got almost everything we went for and as a Brucie Bonus I got to meet the "Mayor of Balmoral". This is a crazy old guy who hangs around in the Warehouse car park voluntarily performing a variety of helpful tasks. Normally he has a mad hat and a homemade badge saying "Mayor of Balmoral", but he was obviously undercover on Sunday. An example of his good deeds is when he helps people reversing into tight parking spaces by waving them back until they crash into something. Then he runs off. Fortunately for me he just took my trolley once we'd loaded up the car.

One more thing - I saw a disturbingly accurate lookalike on Saturday. There was a guy walking down the street that was the absolute spitting image of my half brother, Richard. I know Heyesie has his looklies, but this was a complete doppelganger. Richard, if you're reading, let me know if you ever need a stand in for anything and I'll track this guy down!