entry 52
name: turkey
email:
url:
message:
i have a feeling - no, i KNOW - that next month is going to be a lot lot LOT better for you than this one.
date: 1:45 pm - Friday,April 25, 2003

entry 51
name: Nick
email: blog@nickbarlow.com
url: http://www.nickbarlow.com/blog
message:
You know, I'd leave food if I had some spare...but I've only got a pack of crisps to see me through the night... I'm just slightly weirded out by the front page knowing where I'm from...
date: 8:34 pm - Wednesday,April 23, 2003

entry 50
name: kv
email:
url:
message:
should we start up our own business? do you think duck porn services would be the way to go?
date: 10:07 am - Wednesday,April 16, 2003

entry 49
name: kv
email:
url:
message:
yousa duck whatsa very good drawerer!!!!!!!
date: 7:59 am - Monday,April 7, 2003

entry 48
name: lambton
email: you know what it is
url: mmmmmmmmmm
message:
the Wellington visitor says thank you for the greetings so rather than visiting me you nearly get run over by a container ship I nearly got run over by the price of a beer at the Sheraton
date: 3:42 am - Thursday,April 3, 2003

entry 47
name: emily
email:
url: http://emilyjones.no-ip.com
message:
hello there, i stumbled on you website a week or so ago, it's nice to find a kiwi blog - i visited nz in 2001 for a few weeks on my way to australia (i went to school there for a year).. anyway, just wanted to say hi from canada!
date: 8:50 pm - Tuesday,April 1, 2003

entry 46
name: turkeys
email:
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message:
The bus thing is Universal. No matter where you are in the world, the bus is either there too late or too early - or, in some cases, not there at all. And sooometimes it comes but passes you by and then another one comes and passes you by, even though you were wearing an orange jumpsuit, jumping around and flailing your arms about like a mad person, and that last one just happened to be the very *very* last bus of the night and you end up walking 7.32 miles along a dark country road, carrying two very large buckets of paint. (mumblemumble) There's only one thing left to do, really. Bribe.
date: 4:01 am - Friday,March 21, 2003

entry 45
name: turkey
email:
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That thing is creepy. That thing *points*. Though it's good to know I was using some kind of transparent proxy - now I'll have to find another one so I can cheat even more at Utopia. Mwa. hahaha. ha. ha. There I go. I'm from the Bronx now. And by the way *kisssssss*
date: 2:38 am - Wednesday,March 19, 2003

entry 44
name: Mike
email: celticskye@earthlink.net
url: celticskye@earthlink.net
message:
Yeah, why should you Kiwi's have the Cup anyway? It's America's Cup. I guess you all fell apart and fought eachother. Make your own bloody Cup. At least have a proper Civil War and take out 500,000 men. I used to root for NZ against the Swiss idiots, until I began to see that New Zealanders didn't have any real pride or loyalty and many New Zealanders (if you can call them that) actually said: "Oh well it's just Globalalism". It's a bloody Nationalist sport you Fools. It's the Olympics of high-end Yachting you fools. So What are we going to have next? Non-Country Olympics? Or how about No Coutries in the World Test Match? Just names like Coca-cola and the Pepsi team? Huh? Don't wimp out Kiwis. Coutts better never return to NZ or USA. Traitors are hung.
date: 6:21 am - Sunday,February 23, 2003

entry 43
name: us
email:
url:
message:
*curls up with you and some digestive biscuits* here, have some. they're pretty good. not as good as the syrupy waffle things, but edible. your room is almost finished. we've just got to find some nice linens for the bed, furniture, a light fixture, carpet... and then it's allll ready.
date: 10:55 pm - Friday,February 7, 2003