how many five year olds could you take on in a fight?

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69 Pontiac

Darren's head jerked up with a start. His eyes were glazed and his forehead hot; the car swerved slightly and then straightened up as he shook the sleep out of his head. Jason looked up from where he sat in the passenger seat of the 69 Pontiac GTO convertible. "Do you want me to drive mate?". Darren looked straight ahead, accelerating steadily past the 80mph mark on the speedometer. "Pass the thermos". Jason balanced his Portege R400 laptop on one knee as picked up the red Thermos from where it lay on the floor at his feet. "You just keep working away there..." Darren flicked the lid of the thermos and it unscrewed itself and fell into his lap. "How far've you got?" He carefully took a sip of the hot, double-strength coffee. "Yeah, just about there". Jason was busy building a program that they could use to hack into the security system at the place that they were heading for. The twelve-foot solid concrete walls topped with electrified barbed wire would have been just about doable, but the addition of the half-dozen German shepherds which were driven half-mad by torture and starvation as well as the unknown number of armed guards - who were in not much better condition, made for a big ask.

"I need to go to the toilet" called out a young voice from the back-seat of the fast-moving car. Why did we have to bring them... it's just another thing to go wrong. "Can you hold on a bit?" Asked Jason - "We're almost at the next town, and we can have a stop there - ok Darren?". Darren cleared his throat, nodded and reached for the coffee again. Neither of the two brothers were excited when they received the message that there were three children who needed to be relocated to another city where they would stay with their grandparents until fighting died down in their home-town of Wellington. Emmy, 17, Jono 15, and Holly who was just 10. Holly fell asleep again, her head resting on her big sister's shoulder. The two older children were watching The Fellowship of the Ring on Darren's laptop.

The children's grandfather - fit and full of hope had just passed his 58th birthday and the two brothers planned to pick him up when they dropped the children off at his home. He would be a useful asset to the operation, as he had more experience in combat than both of them put together. He had acted as junior commander of a small skirmishing party attached to New Zealand forces posted in Vietnam.

Two hours later found the 69 Pontiac pulling into the driveway of a cozy looking, well-kept section somewhere in Palmerston North. Nana walked quickly out of the house, almost tripping over the spoiled long-haired cat. Grandad spun the lid on his hip flask and dropped it in his pocket as he made his way out to greet the grandkids. Emmy brought her grandmother up to date on the turmoil back in her home-town. Holly knelt by the cat and scratched it's neck. Oh, liddl puddi cat. Jono stood with the men, discussing the car. He kicked the tyre as Darren had done, and nodded now and then to show that he understood.

The children's bags were brought in from the car, and while Emmy helped Nana put the finishing touches on an excessively generous afternoon tea, the four men made themselves comfortable in the lounge. Grandad pulled the hip flask out of his pocket with a furtive glance over his shoulder. Jason nodded, a knowing wink. Grandad took a sip of the whiskey and passed it on to Jason. Darren had a couple of gulps and then passed the flask on to an ecstatic Jono. Jono took a gulp and breathed heavily, like a dragon breathing out fire as he passed the flask over to his grandad, who half-stood and dropped the flask into his pocket. For a full five minutes the men sat back in their chairs, saying nothing - occasionally letting forth deep sigh which were met by grunts of agreement. Men don't need to talk the whole time as some women appear to do. They can sit, contented for long periods of time saying nothing, but understanding everything - and learning.

Jason had his laptop open again, rapidly typing, occasionally pausing to rub his forhead with his hands, giving his face a bit of a rub - always woke him up a bit. He was just running over his new program one last time, to make sure it was all ok. Darren usually steered clear of asking his brother to explain to him what he was doing. He just told him their situation and left it to Jason to find a solution. They were just resting off their large afternoon tea. One too many strawberry-jam and cream sconnes, washed down with two or three good cups of tea.

"Riiiiight..." Darren sat up and straightened his back out. "We'd better be off". Grandad entered the room, a long black canvas bag over his left shoulder; an aluminium "brief-case" in his right hand. "Jono's not here... he's probably gone down to the shops or something..." Nana stood up and embraced her husband who responded with a tense one-armed hug. Emmy glanced at her grandfather and noticed the hand holding the brief-case, the knuckles were white, his jaw was set, his eyes looking straight ahead - at nothing. He kept the steely gaze as he walked out to the car and still looking straight ahead he opened the boot of the vehicle and dropped his canvas bag inside.

Nana and the two girls stood at the end of the driveway and waved as the car tore off down the empty road in the late afternoon. "She's pulling a bit heavy". Sitting in the passenger seat, Grandad's left eyebrow twitched impulsively. Darren's brow was creased as he concentrated on the road and he did not notice. Jason pulled his laptop out of it's bag and set it on the seat beside him. Firing up Winamp, he plugged the 3 1/4 jack into his laptop and the car reverberated with Coldplay's majestic song The Scientist. The 69 Pontiac GTO merged with the traffic on the highway up to Hastings.

To be continued...

Christmas Broadcast 1957

50 years ago, the first televised Christmas Broadcast. I was highly impressed by the comments that our Queen had to make, moved by her unashamed conviction.

God save the Queen.

Christmas Newsletter 2007

Hi, welcome to my blog if it's your first time here! This is the web, so theoretically I can be a little more informal. I would have posted this newsletter to you - but opted out, and saved about 0.731% of a tree in a sustainable eucalyptus forest somewhere in Australia.

University. As if first-year Statistics wasn't enough to put anyone off going back for more, I found myself highly involved in a political battle, so in January this year I decided not to continue at Canterbury University. In 2006 I had started a BCom, a double major - marketing and computer science. As it turned out, I was ok at marketing, and ok at computer science - I just couldn't write 3 hours worth of java out on paper for them at the exam. I had entered this particular political battle around about September 2006 - and this "diversion" was hardly conducive for good results at the exams. So it was with a sense of duty to God, my country, and the next generation - as well as with a growing disillusionment with the very concept of University that I "dropped out". Who knows... I may go back some time.

Section 59. This year I have spent a lot of time fighting Sue Bradford's anti-smacking bill. In May, the Government went ahead and passed the bill into law - though 83% of New Zealanders were vehemently opposed to the bill. In a word, the new law criminalises parents who choose to discipline their child with a smack - no matter how light, or how naughty the child might have been. In September 06, I started up the Section 59 blog, and towards the end of March I helped organise a protest march against the bill in Christchurch as well as setting up a new lobbying website, www.politik.co.nz. Most recently, I have been working with new group Unity for Liberty, to collect signatures for the petition for a referendum on the anti-smacking law. 300,000 signatures are required for a referendum to be held; currently we have 245,291 signatures.

Equipbiz. Shortly after the anti-smacking bill passed into law, I started up a business. It is called Equipbiz LTD, and our main service is offering websites to small businesses and individuals. I'm working on building the business to a sustainable level of growth. This is proving to take much time, energy and thought. Click here to view the website of our first client. If you are interested at all in getting a website for yourself, get in touch with me!

During the year I have been involved in quite a few different things. Around July I headed down South to Waihola where I helped out as a leader at a boy's camp. I worked for a bit at Toyworld, where my younger brother Simon is the manager. Early in November I went up to Auckland for the Forum on the Family which was put on by Family First. Later on that Month I headed up again to visit Gran who lives in Tauranga, and also to help collect signatures for the petition on the anti-smacking law. Another highlight was heading up to Wellington to touch base with the volunteers up there who were collecting signatures. We also joined in the march against the Electoral Finance bill. Just recently, I've got a job at a computer shop, Affordable Computer - it's part-time at the moment and is a pretty dream job as far as jobs go. It's great just while I establish my business, to have a bit of extra money coming in.

Also in November, a friend Simeon and I started a political blog, nzdebate.blogspot.com. At the end of November, I turned 21 and we had a party at our place. It was fantastic catching up with a whole lot of people, and I was pretty overwhelmed with people's generosity. Our Church, Grace Baptist Church had been without a pastor for just over a year, so it came as great news on the first of December that an Australian man, Rob Harrod had agreed to become our pastor. Mid-December I caught up with a good friend from the US - this was an excellent time of encouragement.

As we remember the true story of Christmas, let's not be content to go along with the World's view that "Christmas is all about giving". Of course, it is a fantastic time to help out poor people, and send goats to people in Africa. However the most important thing is that at Christmas time we remember that God sent His only Son Jesus into the World to pay for the sins of those who put their trust in Him. If you are a Christian yourself - thank God for saving you, and get out there and take the opportunity this Christmas to share the Gospel with others. If you're not a Christian, then you need to stop and think seriously about what it's all about. God made us all, and one day, Jesus is going to come back to earth - but not this time as a cute little baby. The next time He comes it will be to judge everyone who ever lived. People who put their trust in Christ will be with God forever in Heaven. Those who have refused God's free offer of salvation will be justly punished for eternity in hell.

I might be sounding a bit negative - but really, it's great news, so with that, I'll sign out and say...

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!

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flowers

Nine pictures taken from around our property. I think Nathan took them.

mention in the house

On Wednesday 21 November, I was in Wellington for the day, to attend the protest march against the Electoral Finance Bill . Also on the agenda, was collecting signatures for the petition for a referendum on the Anti-Smacking law, and to touch base with some team-members of the "feet on footpaths" group, Unity for Liberty. The next day, the bill passed it's second reading, 65 for, 54 against.

Following the march, I was looking forward to going up to the gallery for an hour or two, to observe the house in session. The security guards at the metal-detector turned me away saying that I was not allowed in due to having taken part in a protest march. I rang Larry Baldock and he gave Gordon Copeland, co-leader of the new Future New Zealand party a call. Thanks to Simeon Brown of nzdebate.blogspot.com for bringing this excerpt of Hansard to my attention.

Thursday 22 November 07 - Points of Order - Parliament Buildings - Public Access

GORDON COPELAND (Independent): I raise a point of order, Madam Speaker. On returning to my office yesterday immediately after question time, I discovered that a young man from Christchurch, who is known to me, had been in touch to say that he had been denied access to the parliamentary complex and therefore to the gallery to observe question time. Security had intervened to prevent his entering the parliamentary complex, on the basis that he had participated in yesterday's march in opposition to the Electoral Finance Bill, and because of a ruling from your office, which stipulates that people in that situation are denied entry to the parliamentary complex for 24 hours. I was able to vouch for the young man so that following contact with your office he was eventually admitted to Parliament Buildings and to the gallery late in the afternoon.

However, I found through this incident yesterday that I would like to ask you to reconsider your ruling in regard to that matter—or the ruling of your office, because I am not sure whether it is your ruling or one by one of the former Speakers of the House. I want to suggest to you some reasons why the reconsideration should happen. Firstly, the security arrangements for Parliament Buildings are now far more stringent than was the case, say, 12 months ago. Secondly, I think the application of the ruling is very arbitrary. I had to ask that young man how parliamentary security knew he had been in yesterday's march. He said that he guessed they must have recognised him. You will appreciate that there are sometimes hundreds—if not thousands—of people on such marches. Therefore, a blanket ban of that sort must always be arbitrary in its application. Thirdly, I hold the view that, subject to normal security checks, etc., access to Parliament Buildings should be the right of all New Zealand citizens as part of the fundamental freedom that is a cornerstone of our democracy.

Madam SPEAKER: I would just note that this is a matter that I am prepared to look at. It is not normally a matter for this Chamber. It is not appropriate to bring it up here, but I can indicate that, yes, I am happy to look at the matter, and to get back to both members.

KEITH LOCKE (Green): Madam Speaker, you will remember that I sent you a note on this issue months ago. There is a problem, I think—

Madam SPEAKER: As I indicated to the member, we are taking time from the House at the moment. I have already indicated I am happy to look at the issue. If any other member would like to make a representation on it to me in writing, would he or she please do so, so it can be thoroughly looked at.

From the Hansard.

Kill the Bill

Around 6,000 Aucklanders marched down Queen Street in Auckland yesterday to show their anger at the Government's arrogance in ignoring the Human Rights commission and shoving through their draconian so called "Electoral Finance Bill".

It is not an Electoral Finance Bill - it is a "you can't say that about the Government bill", essentially shutting down freedom of speech in the year leading up to the election.

This new law will increase the difficulty for challengers (the opposition, minor parties) to the current Government, as the Government has a strong "brand name" as well as a lot of money.

Strange isn't it, that they intend to pass this bill into law less than 3 weeks from when it will have effect!

In this photo (left to right): John Boscawen, Bob McCoskrie, Christine Rankin, Judith Collins, Simeon Brown
Click here for more images of the march

Chance for the Chancers

The first song by Poor Old Lu that I ever heard - and my favourite.

Click here to download the song for free from the official Poor Old Lu website

Click here to visit my Poor Old Lu fansite

"Certainly one of the most haunting, melodic songs that we ever wrote. I was personally completely taken by it the very first time that I heard the music, and I couldn't wait to write lyrics. The title comes from the song 'Honeydrip' off of Ian McCulloch's solo album "Mysterio". Like much of our "8th Wonder" album, this song was written entirely in the studio during our 2-week tracking session.

A few songs over the years were lyrically driven by my family relationships, and this is one of those. Although it speaks directly to my relationship with my brother, it can also deal on more general terms, that is, those who will not listen to the truth of Jesus Christ and turn a deaf ear instead. The second verse speaks to the brevity of life, the time that we have to share the Gospel, and how difficult it can be to hear. In the final verse, however, the tables turn and the Lord is now comforting me (us) that He takes over when we share our faith with others... and makes the words powerful. "

everything's gonna be okay
He's gonna wipe those fears away
and before the night is thru
this is all going to make sense to you

but you won't hear these words
no you don't have the time
that would be a crime

right now, right away
before it gets too cold
and I know how it kills
and I know how it makes you ill

but you won't hear these words
no you don't have the time
that would be a crime

everything's gonna be okay
He's gonna wipe those fears away
and before the night is thru
this is all going to make sense

Calvin & Hobbes fun

Calvin & Hobbes are great. Our family has got four or five of the books. Over here in New Zealand, we never had the comic strip in our Newspapers - not as far as I know, anyway.

I modified the two below - on the 10th of August 2006 according to Windows... ;) You need to click on them so you can read them. Thanks to Nathan for telling me about these - I had forgotten about them...

And here's a classic original...

Now you have a shot at it... Use Microsoft Paint, that's what I used back in the day... ;)

Farming

Waihola, South Otago, New Zealand.
On the phone after a long day out in the field. ;)

Give Them Parking Space, But Let Them Starve

An excerpt from an article on Liz Brown's blog.  It made my heart cry.

Another moral threshold was crossed when a tiny baby boy, at the specific request of his parents and with the sanction of the Supreme Court of Indiana, was starved to death in a hospital. "Infant Doe" (he was not allowed the usual recognition of being human by being named), born with Down's syndrome and a malfunctioning esophagus (the latter could have been corrected with surgery), died, as the Washington Post (April 18) stated, "not because he couldn't sustain life without a million dollars worth of medical machinery, but because no one fed him." For six days the nurses in that Bloomington hospital went about their usual routines of bathing and changing and feeding all the newborns except one. They bathed and changed Baby Doe but they never gave him a bottle. Over his crib was a notice, DO NOT FEED. Several couples came forward, begging to be allowed to adopt him. They were turned down.

Click here to read the full article

Bill English attacks Labour over "shambles"

Bill English spoke well at the second reading of the Electoral Finance bill. I congratulated him on his firey speech at the A&P Show down in Balclutha on Saturday. He will make a good deputy Prime Minister in 2008.

If you're not sure what the EFB is all about, watch this video and you'll get a better grasp on it.

My Political Compass

Economic Left/Right: 2.38
Social Libertarian/Authoritarian: -0.21

Where are you on the political compass?

Electoral Finance Bill as good as Dunne

The Electoral Finance bill passed it's second reading today. It is almost certain to become law. Thanks so much, Winston First. Peter Dunne and Judy Turner of United Future let us down once again. The Maori party showed an unusual bit of commonsense offering two token votes against the bill. ACT and Gordon Copeland voted against the bill - but it doesn't make much difference, what New Zealand needs at the moment is for New Zealand First to grow um... a moustache and realign themselves closer to National as they once were.

Click here to find out why the EFB is so bad for New Zealand.

National 14 points ahead

In the most recent Roy Morgan poll, National is polling at 14 points ahead of Labour. Results below.

October 29-Novmber 11, 2007
Labour 34
National 48
NZ First 5.5
Greens 7.5
United Future 1
Maori 2.5
ACT 1
Other 0.5

This comes after the month of October where the gap between the two parties was much closer, at times around 5%.

When we sing the National Anthem do we mean it?

from the Section 59 blog

God of Nations at Thy feet,
In the bonds of love we meet,
Hear our voices, we entreat,
God defend our free land.
Guard Pacific's triple star
From the shafts of strife and war,
Make her praises heard afar,
God defend New Zealand.

Men of every creed and race,
Gather here before Thy face,
Asking Thee to bless this place,
God defend our free land.
From dissension, envy, hate,
And corruption guard our state,
Make our country good and great,
God defend New Zealand.

Peace, not war, shall be our boast,
But, should foes assail our coast,
Make us then a mighty host,
God defend our free land.
Lord of battles in Thy might,
Put our enemies to flight,
Let our cause be just and right,
God defend New Zealand.

Let our love for Thee increase,
May Thy blessings never cease,
Give us plenty, give us peace,
God defend our free land.
From dishonour and from shame,
Guard our country's spotless name,
Crown her with immortal fame,
God defend New Zealand.

May our mountains ever be
Freedom's ramparts on the sea,
Make us faithful unto Thee,
God defend our free land.
Guide her in the nation's van,
Preaching love and truth to man,
Working out Thy glorious plan,
God defend New Zealand.

_______________________________________
This is something we need to seriously think about.

Flowers in Tauranga

As I said to my mate Larry "evolution... huh?"

Taken with my Motorolla V600. Not an award-winning picture. But no matter how hard scientists try, they will never ever create anything so perfect as that small bunch of flowers I'm holding there. Just weeds, growing at the base of some re-located trees. More complex than the most mind-blowing cutting-edge technology. How is it that suposedly (allegedly) intelligent people can claim to believe in the theory of evolution?

Romans 1:18-23 sums this up very nicely...

For the wrath of God is revealed from heaven against all ungodliness and unrighteousness of men, who suppress the truth in unrighteousness, because what may be known of God is manifest in them, for God has shown it to them. For since the creation of the world His invisible attributes are clearly seen, being understood by the things that are made, even His eternal power and Godhead, so that they are without excuse, because, although they knew God, they did not glorify Him as God, nor were thankful, but became futile in their thoughts, and their foolish hearts were darkened. Professing to be wise, they became fools, and changed the glory of the incorruptible God into an image made like corruptible man—and birds and four-footed animals and creeping things.

commercialised sport and middle-aged air-hostesses

I've almost finished my cup of tea in a special "Air New Zealand - Anton Oliver" insulated cardboard cup. On the cup it informs me that Air New Zealand is a fanatical sponsor of the All Blacks. Well as far as I can see, any company would be fanatic if their investment in a professional sports team brought such great dividends. What the heck happened to the good old days of non-professional sport, where the All Blacks were down to earth kiwi blokes who could have been your next-door neighbor? Now we've got Dan Carter advertising underwear by way of stripping off on unduly large placards and banners hung on towering edifices in our major cities. The numbered Air New Zealand cup collection; "oh, do you mind if I have the number 6 cup please?". Dear me.

The middle-aged air-hostess is bringing the elderly Japanese couple in the seat behind me up to date with the 21st century, explaining that Australia and New Zealand do infact have different currencies, and "oh, that's fantastic, you're going to Australia". I get eye-contact with the middle-aged air-hostess as she finishes her conversation with the travellers behind me. I draw your attention to the fact that she is middle-aged simply because it is a bit interesting. "Do you know how high we are?" The air-hostess looks somewhat puzzled and I rephrase my question. She takes a step back into the aisle, towards the right hand side of the plane. Peering out the port-hole she purses her lips and screws up her nose. "I can ask the Captain..." her words trail off. "Oh no, I was just after a rough estimate..." "rough?" "Yeah, just an idea..." "We'd be at about 30,000 feet... between 26,000 and 30,000 feet."

Freak me out, those wings look so small compared to the size of the plane. Why don't they have bigger ones, just in case. Why do they go through the rigmarole of showing us the video about what we should do "if there is an emergency". They seem to presume that the only emergencies take place while over a body of water. Seems to me, seeing as we're flying up New Zealand, they might not be able to make it over to the sea.

The Captain's just signed out, he reckons we'll be outside the terminal at 2:15... Well I think Si's cellphone is 10 minutes ahead so I guess we're around about 45 minutes away. Ahhh, just spoke to the middle-aged hostess (that's a bit harsh, she's probably only just turned 30...), and she informs me that the Captain got it wrong, seeing as it's 2:35pm now, we should be landing at about quarter to three. Ah, well that's all good...

I'm just ripping into a green "lime" aeroplane lolly now, Lyd will probably kill me if she finds out, because I know she and Nath like them. Heck, I'll get them...

At this stage the middle-aged air-hostess turned up and gave me the evil eye. "Better close that up now" she said, her voice laced with danger. ctrl+s, alt+f4, I shut the lid of the Toshiba Portege 4010 and sat it on the empty seat beside me.

Guy Fawkes

The classic poem...

Remember, remember the Fifth of November,
The Gunpowder Treason and Plot,
I know of no reason
Why Gunpowder Treason
Should ever be forgot.
Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes, t'was his intent
To blow up King and Parliament.
Three-score barrels of powder below
To prove old England's overthrow;
By God's providence he was catch'd
With a dark lantern and burning match.
Holloa boys, holloa boys, let the bells ring.
Holloa boys, holloa boys, God save the King!

Click here for the second verse

This song comes to mind. "My will be a dead man" by Project86. I don't know about the video, but I like the song. It's good easy listening for November the 5th.

Did you know? Some key people in Parliament knew about the gunpowder plot from early on in the piece. One of the schemers was actually a rat, employed by parliament to feed in information and updates on the plot. This was just what the Protestant Parliament wanted, a chance to foil a plot by Roman Catholics to kill the King and all the MPs in Parliament. It was essentially a complex and well thought out publicity stunt. When the people of England heard that the Roman Catholics were trying to blow up Parliament, they would be unhappy - and all power to the current Government!

Parliament buildings: still standing

If by some bizarre chance Guy Fawkes and the crew had been successful in blowing up Parliament, they would have also succeeding in bringing total havoc and disorder to the whole country of England. The right of the common man to read and write could well have been again removed, and the hierarchical Roman Catholic reinstated as the oppressive regime that it had been prior to the Reformation.

Don't even get me started on Nanny State only allowing the sale of fireworks between the 2nd and the 5th of November. It's quite simple, just chuck the irresponsible and immature losers in prison. Don't restrict the freedom of everyone just so that you manage to stop the few who ruin it for the rest of us.

Yesterday

Yesterday I's out in town collecting signatures for the petition for a referendum on the new anti-smacking law - see here for more info: www.unityforliberty.net.nz. For the first two or three hours I had two mums and an eleven-year old boy helping me. He had kind of red hair too, so I was wondering if people thought I was his brother...

People often take pictures of us when we're out collecting signatures, today was the most ever - had to have been five or six.

Had some interesting people past the table.

• Three girls who had all pretty recently turned 18 were more than happy to sign.
  
• A group of Emo boys - probably all about 14 - were wanting to sign. I asked them if they were 18 and they walked away annoyed.
• Two girls came over to the table while their dad stood nearby, on the phone, maybe 14 and 12 years old. "Can we sign?". I asked them if they were over 18. They like it if you sound as if you think that they may be almost 18. Nope... they walked away - as soon as dad was off the phone, he was over here signing.
• A bunch of three guys my sister's age - I knew one of them, they wanted to sign, but of course they couldn't, too young.
• And this one guy with a teal/blue shirt with a picture of a fat buddah, and the words "I have the body of a god". "Nice shirt" I complimented him. He told me his girl-friend had given it to him.
• The guy with the tartan 3/4's and studs all over him didn't look to happy when I told him that I was "loving your trousers, aye". He didn't sign, but his mate did.
• The guy from the UK holding a guitar in a cardboard box. "I coompleetly ****ing disagree with what yer doing".
• A couple of girls and their mum came over. One of the girls signed - I think the other was too young. I asked the mother why she wasn't signing - she said she thought the new law was absolutely stupid. So I said, well you'd probably like to sign the top one here then. She refused and I said "whatever". Heck, it gets pretty frustrating. She walks away saying "whatever?" in a disbelieving way - how could he have said that?
• The family from Holland with 3 little children. They were great. They didn't even get angry when I asked them if they were from Germany. They were totally supportive of the petition and wished they could sign.

Ah, well, that's about all I can remember now... It was a pretty full on day. We got 222 signatures in 7 hours which is a very good ratio for Christchurch at this stage in the game.

Food:
1 thumping great 1.25L bottle of Pump.
2 cold Whoppers from Burger King
2 bottles of V Berry
half a pack of Extra white sugar-free chewing-gum
Some just-juice in a E2 bottle that my younger brother gave me