So now I have myself a new casa, right in the heart of Petone on Jackson St (or J Road as I like to call it) living above a chemist. It’s handy to everything, and the rooms are HUGE. And best of all, I can afford it!

I also took the opportunity to get myself some new belongings… I have space now for my lounge suite, so I went out and got a new TV and a Home Theater kit. The TV is a 32″ widescreen Panasonic, and the Home Theater kit is a Philips model that among other things, plays Divx/Xvid!

They say money cant buy happiness – I’m paying almost twice as much here than at the last flat, and I’m a lot happier living alone than having to share my space with flatmates… so while I do agree that money cant buy happiness, the saying is wrong in this case

haha you just cant take that terrorist group seriously. Read carefully folks

Attention piemakers. There are some points I’d like to make very clear here:

Bacon and Egg is a combination from the gods. To fuck it up is blasphemy. So to prevent you from meeting your fate early, here are some points for the next time you make a Bacon and Egg pie:

1) There is a reason it is called a BACON AND EGG pie, there is ONLY bacon and egg in it. If I wanted a bacon and egg and cheese pie, I would ask for one. If I wanted a bacon and egg and mixed veges pie, I would ask for one. But I dont ask for those, I ask for a bacon and egg pie, so I want a bacon and egg pie. Get it right and stop being a cheapskate heathen.
2) USE REAL BACON. Ham, although from the same animal as bacon, is no substitute for bacon. Ham and Egg pies are available, why make a bacon and egg pie exactly the same? Fewls, the whole lot of you. If you must have small meat pieces, slice the damn bacon, I dont want ham cubes in my B&E.
3) Don’t use dyed pastry, it’s just wrong.
4) Don’t use that super flakey pastry either, I want to feed myself, not my shirt.

If there’s one thing I really hate, it’s a fake B&E pie.

In other news folks, I have now got an apartment. Living all alone in my own Bachelor Pad is going to rock

So I woke up on Easter Friday and instantly rolled out of bed in pain. My kidneys felt as if Mike Tyson had been punching them all night long. So I crawled to the drugs and managed to make my way into work.

4 days and 48 hours of agonising work later, I got to a doctor who asked me to whiz on a pregnancy test thingy (keta stick?) whereby I discovered that my kidneys are bleeding. Turns out I’ve had a very gnarly infection. GO ME!

So anyway, 60 bucks of drugs later I’m feeling good. The mystery now is where did I get the infection in the first place…

DRUGS!