Yesterday I was walkin’ the mean streets of Mt Eden when I saw a couple of young men walking down the street. One of them was wearing Burberry-patterned hat and I realised that, yes, chav culture has made it from the UK to the NZ, and not a moment too soon.
Last night I went over to Teh Matt’s penthouse bachelor pad to watch fireworks, but all the decent displays had already happened. So instead we drank beer, ate pizza, threw gang signs on webcam, and watched the obscene bits in a couple of Larry Clark films. And that’s way more fun than watching fireworks, yo.