Gigging chch style

This old man is being pushed to the limits!
On Friday night Christchurch was funked up by Nathan Haynes and Roy the Roach (from Jamiroquai) with their jazzy laid back vibes. Who could have anticipated so many people would pay to see a man play a flute? Mind you, not many (if any) realised that in the right hands –or mouth– it could be auditory creme fraiche.
A search for surf the following morning was a little disappointing; resulting in a short dip at New Brighton; more windsurfing than surfing. 90kph offshore winds picking up the nose of your board and flinging it into the sky, which being attached to you leg had the potential to be a little risky.
Our evenings entertainment was provided by Shapeshifter - the band that ripped bigger than anyone else at Rippon last month. As Kirstin, sam and Jase had all gone home just as they started in Wanaka it was a their chance to see what I have been gibbering on about. If that is D n B then I think I have made the cross over. Nice.
The only down-side was baring witness to the most barbaric act of street violence I have ever seen. There are basic rules to life that everyone is aware of. You never stamp on anyone's head. Ever. It is a fundamental rule of life. Any bastard who does should, in my opinion, be locked up. Oh, happy Christchurch.
With that fresh in my mind (with only 3 ours sleep most things are quite fresh in one's mind) some of the guys and I revisited the infamous Warfdale Track. We had been promised pretty dreary weather (which I was half expecting baring in mind our last trip) but everything fell into place. I also fell, only my place was over the handle bars and off the side of the track into a few trees (again, something that felt remarkably familiar...) but apart from few scratches and the odd bruise came off quite well this time.
Hopefully I can catch up on some sleep very soon, before another reality shift.