No no no. He is mine, all mine. ANd a picture of him can be seen here

He is the one in the blue not made of cardboard.

I'm guessing Nick is the brother of Stu. If this is not true then will the real brother of Nick please step forward...

Eerr. Outer wid der hayte and inner wid der love....

The first batch of ‘Adam’s Brown Ooze’ will be ready in time for Peter’s Party.
I have taken half a block of 100% pure co-co and bottled it with a litre of Vodka. The resulting sludge is an incredibly strong chocolate tasting spirit that should warm the cockles of even the hardest cider drinker.
After two days the taste is gert lush, so after two weeks it should be mighty-fine.

Fellow bloggers, please do not be misguided by the rantings of our Northern neighbour. His grubby Scottish digits, soiled by the discharge of love for Marvin Lee Aday, mash the keyboard in an incensed and sticky denial of childhood passion for the seventies, eighties and, sadly, the nineties as well, rock music legend.
Unfortunately, in a cruel twist of fate, this denial has left him unable to say the things he wants to say . It’s like you’ve taken the words right out of his mouth, which must have been whilst you were kissing him.
Run Eddie RUN!

Joe asked me to post the following website link to Meatloaf's official fan club site in case there were any other dedicated followers like him out there.
http://www.meatloaf-oifc.com/meat/oifc1.htm

Your tongue is sharp and your keyboard worn with the pounding of many a misguided word young Joe. In this day and age tis sad to think that one cannot find romance in anything non-materialistic. With passion burning in your throbbing heart for that someone special the 9:15 Paddington to Bristol can seem like the Orient Express, the mud flats of Weston-Super-Mare can seem like a sun-drenched shores of the Maldives and a wilting handful of daisies transform into a dozen red roses when gazed upon through the warm splendour of love.
Joe, I leave you with this thought, once said by your hero “I would do anything for love, but I won’t do that!”

I am assuming the below post was not directed towards me. However, a couple of points.


Firstly,

discus
n. pl. dis·cus·es
Sports.
A disk, typically wooden or plastic with a metal rim, that is thrown for distance in athletic competitions.
A track-and-field event in which a discus is thrown.
A small, brilliantly colored South American freshwater fish (Symphysodon discus) that has a disk-shaped body and is popular in home aquariums.
Something resembling a flat circular plate; a disk.
Botany. See disk.

Further literary (and other) criticism of Adam's thesis to follow...

Rolo Debate ...

I have decided the following...

As with all gifts, it's the thought or deed that counts, not the item. Giving your last rolo is a ritual to declare your love for someone special. Love, of course, can mean many a splendour thing, be it Eros the Greek word for romantic, hormonal and sexual love or Philia meaning brotherly love like the love of a friend. It may even apply to Storge, the love of parents for a child. Agape, God's love, probably wouldn't apply as the big man (or woman) is very unlikely to single one person out to give them his (or her) last rolo.
If you sent a valentines card that was 'inadvertently' opened by your rather nosy flatmate, the love contained wouldn't pass on to the bitch, it would remain always with the intended recipient. The love is the act, not the object.
So in conclusion, your last rolo is whichever one you wanted it to be, for whom ever you love in any form for any reason at any time ergo, not only does your last rolo not necessarily have to be your last rolo, but it doesn't have to be a rolo at all.

Discus.

Dear All

after watching 'crank yankers' on Wednesday night, I've been inspired to adopt one of their sayings as our offical group motto. Obviously I cannot make that judgement, so I put forward my suggestion for debate...

Suggestion No 45876g67ee549ze

"Too Many Poo's And We All Loose, Hold It In And We All Win"

Wadda ya fink?

Other suggestions could be ...

"Out with hate, in with love"
"In Love with all human kind"
"Always a pleasure, never a chore"
"when your alone and life is making you loney, you can always go... FOODTOWN"

But I like the 'poo' one best

Some new pictures on the picture board.

http://au.f2.pg.photos.yahoo.com/freezinyerknees

DISASTER STRIKES

PETE LOSES MOBILE PHONE - WORLD ENDS
DONT CALL HIM ON IT

Bugger bugger bugger - Anyone got a spare I can borrow?

New photo section!

Given the need to pay to put photos on this site, I've set up a Yahoo Photos account where you can put pictures if you want.

The username is freezinyerknees and the password is threesecondwonder

You can get there from here

http://au.f2.pg.photos.yahoo.com/freezinyerknees

I think you can upload pictures pretty easily, but please keep them small if you do so we don't fill up the space.

I have put some pictures up already.

Happy Sunday

Heloo helloo ehlloo

Dear All,

as promised, here are the results...

Pukawa Faction – Survey Results

Personal preference:
62% preferred tea to coffee
69% preferred roast to pasta
56% preferred white to red wine
62% preferred a dog to a cat
38% preferred a forest to a beach
56% preferred a reef dive to a sky dive (does that mean more people in the group like going down?)
25% preferred a good soap to sport on the telly
62% preferred cereal to a fry-up
Politically 56% lean to the left and 25% lean to the right
Ice Cream fav’s… Lot’s of Chocolates, a few mint-choc-chip, a little hokey-pokie, strawberry, vanilla, cinnamon, cookies and cream and the caramel pecan one all got a mention

Honesty:
94% would hand in a wallet
50% said they would steal a drink at a pub
56% said they wouldn’t own up if they broke something at a party

Integrity:
75% said they would kick over a snowman (bastards!)

Generosity:
Highest single monetary donation to charity was £200, two people said they have never given anything.

Sexual:
31% said they owned a sex toy
People admitted to having sex… up a tree, on a ferry, in a hammock in the Amazon, in a moving car on the motorway, 2 people said they had sex in the middle of a field, one with an audience of 40 people, in a bush, on a snow plough, public shower cubical, in the MD’s office and in the rugby changing rooms.

Self Analysis:
62% said they were happy at work
Best Body Parts… Legs, upper back, shoulders and back, soul, chin, hair [pronounced: Hur] lots of eyes, couple of legs and two people said everything
Worst Body Parts… wrist, thighs, wrinkles, conscience, couple of noses, and belly, belly, belly, belly, belly and belly.

What do you do to relax:
19% Read
12% Listen to music
12% Drink or take drugs
25% do exercise of some sort
6% practice self-hypnosis
6% have a bath
and 12% have a wank

Desert Island:
19% would take their mum
50% would take a mate
12% would take a brother or sister
6% would take someone famous
12% would like to be alone
Items… Radio, mascara, book [2], bed, football, mobile phone, pen and paper, tweezers, tomato sauce and sex toys
Music… John Mayer, Fat Boy Slim, Grove Armada, Clannad, The Smiths, Dago Reindheart, Eric Clapton, Ben Folds Five (Penfold’s High!), Tool, Limp Biscuit (I know a game… no, better not!), some tidy tracks, radio two’s greatest hits and MEAT LOAF.

Not one of you picked Boney-M which just goes to prove that you are all tea-drinking, dog-loving, belly hating, mumsie wankers who are too busy playing with your sex toys and listening to meat loaf to appreciate the finer qualities of 70’s funk.

Topic of discussion

Last Rolo: What constitutes ‘the last rolo’?

With all due respect to the lovely Bev, I don’t believe she has the authority to close such an important topic and decide its outcome. Only I can do that!

So, here’s the poser… Is the last rolo, the last out of the packet or the last rolo consumed.
If you decide that the last rolo is the last one out of the packet, is it geographically placed? ie the end rolo on the opposite end to the end you opened, OR if someone nabs both ends, does the last rolo become one of the middle rolo’s?
If you believe that the last rolo is the last rolo consumed and you drop a rolo down the drain, does your last rolo ergo your love, belong to some sewer rat?

Out with hate, in with love

Adam the Master Debater

Would like to post something longer, but am intimidated by the need to post something creative/witty/original and am too tired because am old bastard. Shall return with a flourish later. Love you all.
Pete

Congratulations to all the 'Pukawa Faction' of the group. I had a fantastic time despite you all being there. And as my survey proves, you’re a bunch of sick fuckers.
The weather was perfect and the company better.
As always, it was an absolute pleasure and never ever a chore…

Highlights:
Where’s Jo, has anyone seen Jo? Oh no we’ve left her at the supermarket!
Fat lips
Get orff me land…. You bastards!

A work in progress... (I was very bored at work today)

You know you've been in Auckland too long when...

you start thinking that ladies netball does not get the international television coverage it deserves,

you think overtaking using the central reservation, on the brow of a hill, on a corner, in rush hour is a viable driving technique,

you check to see if the car that just cut you up/nearly crashed into the back of you/is otherwise careering towards you is being driven by "an Asian".

a chill comes over you at the thought of the All Blacks not winning the Rugby World Cup (although they're clearly not up to much, but not as bad as Wales)

you decide that whatever your car, it can be improved through the liberal use of blue neon and a turbo which sounds like Ivor the Engine.

you start thinking its really cool to give all your national sports teams cutesy names based on their kit.

you know who the Silver Ferns, the All Whites, the Black Caps and the Tall Blacks are, and care.

you know the Korean/Japanese/Cantonese for "I want to use the internet".

you know when the Queen's Birthday is.

you think paying more than 650 quid for a car is massively extravagant.

you can name three or more gourmet burger outlets.

your favourite example of local Kiwi cuisine is bought from the Asian Food Court.

you refuse to pay more than $4 for fush and chups.

you start considering central heating, double glazing and insulation untenably extravagant luxuries.

you forget how you survived before you discovered The Warehouse.

you think there's no shame in losing the world's biggest boat race to a land locked nation.

Corrections and additions gratefully received.

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Hugs. Pete

I don't think you've really had a big night out in Auckland until you've been refused entry to Sky City casino for being too drunk (not to mention getting aggressive with the door man). Applause to Ged and Bev for becoming the newest members of this exclusive group...

What the... what have you got us into now, some cult no doubt.

And so to begin...

Just a gigolo, everywhere I go
people know the part I'm playing.
Paid for every dance, selling each romance,
every night some heart betraying.
There will come a day, youth will pass away,
then what will they say about me?
When the end comes, I know,
they'll say "Just a gigolo",
As life goes goes on without me.

God bless Chester the mechanical Hamster, and Candice for bringing him into our lives.