Well, we're back in Queenstown and I guess after six days of 'hard labour' (and not showering) it was time to scrub up and get down.
Imagine my surprise when I discover that Biggles, my friend from Mitcham, who apparently not content with DJing in NZ, has started his own brewery there too. When will this man's quest for global domination cease?
There it is the Biggles Brew.
Dom accosts a friend from Auckland, Karen. (Nice pit patches, Dom!)
Steve looks like he has his hands full with a brace of Radlers, a shot vessel and Lizzie P (another friend from Auckland).
I'll stick to the Teapot. Twice the price, half the volume of a normal cocktail. I guess that's marketing for ya! [Nice stains on the cords, sir, what would your geography students think?]
It was a BIG NIGHT.
Steve & I pull Dom up (in his sleep) after our Big Night Out for being a 'bad boy' and nearly getting us chucked out of the hostel. Not only the infringement as scribed, but he put chips in my hair whilst I slept. OUT OF ORDER!
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