- Fri Oct 21, 2016 11:53 pm
this is exactly how this excursion came to be.
I had such a lousy time in nz back in august.
'straya told me my visa had expired and I'd have difficulties getting back in the white rule country.
fucking kiwi atm ripped me off to the choon of $200.
didn't figure out how to get the flies down until day 5 (of 7).
fished 12hrs every fucking day.
spent a lot of my free time doing dishes.
not many laughs. and I'm not one for serious business outside serious business.
I took two fucking spey rods over there, both weighing a metric fuck ton, and didn't use them once.
so when I got home I was sitting in the parlour next to the library in the east wing and staring at my spey choob.
I decided right there and then that it wasn't getting the use it deserved. much like all my technical simms gear.
I walked the half mile to my office, past the drawing room and billiards room and gift wrapping room, and I (see: jeeves) started this thread.
so that's it really.
I booked this flight because I felt guilty about my spey rods.
of which... I'm fairly certain... doesn't make me gay.
I would like to see as many of you that can make it, mind. <tres gay. ('treggy' in austria)
we'll always have buffalo, sweet josh.