Like the Clappers

Trip Start Sep 09, 2004
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Monday, April 24, 2006

Well? Time's been flying, the days have been flittering away and the festivities have been plentiful.

We managed to slot a bit of a birthday meal in at the 'Speights Ale House' - a fine eatery with a homely glow and a wonderful atmosphere, one of those where its all fiery and warm and bursting with the lively hum of densely packed diners. We started the ball rolling with a few cold ones in Brazz next door while we waited with rumbling tummies for our table to materialise.

It took over an hour in the end but the wait was well worth it. We were lucky enough to be given the special privilege of occupying the 'private bit', a separate medieval-esque type dimly lit chamber, which naturally amplified the decibels and prompted an impatient streak in the already put-out waitress. Noisy chamber or not, any night out with Mase is guaranteed to draw attention from innocent bystanders. We had a blast!



As with all Saturdays, Chike was working but her newly arrived buddy from England (Rach the Pach) came along and joined the festivities. This in itself turned out to be another of those funny coincidences* - especially in light of the recent random encounters with J R Hartley and the Jet-Set Geordies. Rach had been scouring Queenstown on a huge house-hunting quest when she unknowingly turned up at Mase & Leah's place. God knows how it all happened but they gave her the thumbs up just after we'd all arrived at Brazz, which in turn sort of clicked everything else in to place and kick-started the merriment.

* (The strange encounters were finally rounded-off a couple of days later when Ben O'Donoghue from 'Surfing the Menu' walked in to Brazz and ordered a round!)




And then there was yesterday. More specifically last night. Jez and I made our untimely debut appearance at the Pig & Whistle following a full afternoon of festivities pertaining to the day of our good friend 'St George'.

Okay, so it was a bit of a brief and slurred introduction to our endless and astonishing talent, but at the very least we can call it a foot in the door. Or is that 'toward' the door? I guess we'll see...
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