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And that's a beautiful riposte from the New Zealanders...
or, Mary channels Hamish McKie. [spelling?]
This weekend in sport:

New Zealand played:

• Ireland, in the league. We lost.
• Australia, in the netball. We lost.
• Australia, in the cricket. We got absolutely stood upon. All out for fucken 76.
• And Wales, in the rugby. And we WON. Go us.
• Of course, we were expected to win.
• After all, Wales haven't beaten us in 51 years.
• And it was only by one point.
• Still, we won. And Jack was there.

Heh. Jack lives here. Mary channels Jack Daniels. Which almost rhymes, but nonetheless is untrue. The only alcohol beverage in this household is rum. Because we are sailors. Except we aren't.

In other news, Taylor Hanson still looks like a girl, I agree. And Zac has BIG hair. I have no job, and no prospects of one. Britney's version of My Prerogative is quite good, really. But then, I have Mysterious Girl and Bing Crosby together on winamp, so who am I to judge. I made fudge before, and now I don't want it.

I think I'm getting RSI.

I have batting gloves. The packet had Shane Bond getting a wicket on, which amuses me immensely. Stupid cheap gloves.

I did have something to say, but I forget it. Never mind.