Eviction

New Year passed by almost unanounced, despite being in Westminster Square with 10,000 other hopefuls. A combination of apalling organisation by the Mayor and the police led to no-one being able to bare witness to the fireworks, or have a good time. Surging crowds, with nowhere to disperse because of the police cordons, made life very interesting for a while... and then, when everyone realised that it was 10 minutes into 2004 and whatever was going to happen either had happened already or never would, they slunk away.
33 hours back to NZ, experiencing first hand the hysteria of the brand new customs procedures, witnessing the neglect baggage handlers have on one's luggage, sensing the wonders of food poisioning brought about by eating in LA airport, and now struggling correct a sleep pattern that is out by 13 hours. Why do we do it? I think I know. And I have to admit that it was all worth it. I wouldn't have changed any of it for the world.

Oh, I almost forgot:
WANTED: A COSY HOME FOR A GRAPHIC DESIGNER
The joys of eviction. Happy new year The Pad.