I was having a shower this evening (after football, but before bed) and I started thinking about Tbug.

_{Don’t worry dude. It was in a completely hetero way!}

I reckon I want to meet this guy sometime near the end of 2007. Reason being, I’d like to buy him a drink to celebrate his new relationship with a girl he meets in the next few months. She will find his faults endearing and luxuriate in being treated like a princess occasionally (without taking the piss and expecting it all the time). They’ll have ups and downs but mostly ups – and both will wonder why they hadn’t met the other just a few years earlier… wouldn’t that have been just as wonderful.

Although, once we’ve finished our sushi and the last of the crisp cool Japanese beer while sitting in the hot Australian sun, Tbug tells me that he didn’t actually meet this girl – then starts bitching about his ex and how she is still fucking with his head….

...well, the rest is a bit blurry, but the headlines the next day reads:

Crazy Kiwi attacks Local with Spork!