Friday, August 03, 2007

Life in a box

I've had a few chats with my mates back home recently, and they've expressed a desire to come to NZ and pay me a visit and sample the singletrack and just hang out. "No problem" I say, but then I have to tell them that it's not really possible to stay with me. You see, I live in a shoebox. This is where the only possibility of sleeping on the floor might occur. But I'd have to put the Langster outside (yeah na) and there'd be no way to get in/out of the front door.
The kitchen and bathroom/toilet are in there. When my landlady's cat comes to visit, there's no way I can swing it. Believe me, I've tried. So come on over guys, just remember to pack a tent!


josh said...

What the hell is on your dooner cover? Is that really a pod of dolphins leaping oh-so playfully?

brettok said...

yeah, na...maybe. it's to cover up the grease stained blanket that spent 2 months in the back of my car covering bikes. classy.

Flametop59 said...

Hopefully all of your friends from home read your blog. It will help to avoid an awkward conversation. :)