Sunday, January 25, 2009


T'was a sad day at sunny Waimarama yesterday.
Dave had to part with his much beloved goats; Mr Pickles, Mischief and Glenda the nanny. Though Glenda made it clear that she was very unhappy to be forced from her half-pipe home (due to recent events I'd be happy to see the damn skateboard ramp razed to the ground for its insubordination and abuse of my elbow), my parents are now goatless and none the happier for it let me tell you. Goodbye my bleating, cloven-hoofed friends. You will be missed by all, good luck and best wishes...