Outside our local at 5pm today. Deserted. Just the way we like it.
It’s been blazing saddles today and yesterday. My brains are fried. Although I think it’s more because of the drinking games (!) we played at our local late this arvo. (We are regressing so quickly into the rowdy boys we once were – what with clubbing on a weeknight, and now drinking games). There was rugby on the telly at our local, and it was even better watching England get thrashed by the All Blacks. Though today I wish we were at Carisbrook in NZ. I miss winter.
There’s more rugby this weekend, but all eyes will be on the goddamned soccer which starts tonight at midnight.
76th minute. New Zealand 36 England 3.
On the way home, we bought ice-cream sandwiches on Orchard Road, but this time from a motorcycle icecream sandwich vendor across from the Paragon. It’s $1 per sandwich, compared to the bastard outside The Heeren who sells it for $2. We asked this one why his was cheaper, but he declined to comment. Smart, ‘cos the other vendor has a cleaver he uses to slice the ice-cream blocks which he could use for other purposes. Such as cutting down his competitors.
To complete the arvo, S made off with two balloons from a credit card vendor. He later tried to give it away to kids but the kids were scared shitless of him. With a demented smile like that, easy to see why.