25 hours on a plane? That’s too damn long!
Old El Paso kid: Why don’t you break it up?
… Hooray!
25 hours on a plane? That’s too damn long!
Old El Paso kid: Why don’t you break it up?
… Hooray!
While in Auckland my sister, a friend, and I went to the movies. Yay, time to switch our brains off for a few action packed hours of escapism! But the movie hadn’t even started before things took a slightly more serious turn.
Kiwis. Trust us to take the piss out of something until it’s too late to turn back. Once we’re past the point of no return we all of a sudden know exactly what we want and it’s the complete opposite to what’s been decided. And it’s then that we rise up, a mass of solidarity and sudden patriotism, which lasts for how ever few hours, days, weeks we can muster before we become tired and drop back into apathy again.
I’m referring of course to the flag.