Due to the generosity of some friends, we were able to go out on our first date since arriving in New Zealand. Letting our intuitive powers guide us along, we strolled the streets of Wellington before opting successfully for an Irish pub to our liking on Cuba Street. We sat outside and people watched. Penny washed down her black panned fish with a pint of some red bitter. Marc glowered bitterly at her pint while reluctantly sipping his glass of house red (in an Irish pub? C'mon you bloody wanker!). Well, the waitstaff was excellent and well informed on all things gluten. Following our meal we caught a showing of the film, "Death at a Funeral". Some very, very funny moments. If nothing else, Marc always enjoys hearing a good British actor accentuating lines such as, "bloody tosser" and "wanker". Someday, if he's lucky, such vehemence could be tossed his way.
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Not too long ago there was a Formula One driver named Ricardo Rosset. Not the best of talents, the fellows on the team one day expressed their dissatisfaction with the quality of his performance by reversing the first and last letters of his surname with the decals on his car.
No driver by the name of Rankew made it to Formula One, however.
Van and I tried to post a comment from school the other day. It didn't work either because neither of us could remember our user name or passwords or because the school police looked unfavorably at our response to your beautiful photo of Sassy Red. So now on our Snow Day, I'll try again from home. Cheers!
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