Just fell 12,000 feet from a plane over Queenstown. Rather magnificent.

Home before 5, new book in the mail box, cold drinks on standby, long weekend. Getting pretty close to happiness!

You say I’m sedentary like it’s a bad thing.

When did saying “tidal wave” become unfashionable? I shall henceforth stare uncomprehendingly at anyone saying tsunami at me.

Bed bought.

Bed shopping.

My Saturday has consisted of 6 hours of house shifting and 6 hours of Rock Band. Could do with a snooze now.

Ah, Bombay sapphire, my eye-reddening friend. Come visit my gullet.

Bizarre how Gen Y’s and younger call beating any game “clocking” it. Us clever old people know better – you need a score for a start.

One of the nice things about starting a new job is being able to polish up and re-use my crusty old anecdotes that everybody else is already completely sick of