<please accept my apologies for the above hatchet attack on the french language, but I felt it did a particularly good and amusing job of converying the basis of this blog entry>
I keep on talking to people (or hearing third hand about conversations) within my loosely extended circle of friends and associates and hearing about how many of them think that they would quite like to live in NZ for a few years. Perhaps I need to start organising a mass migration eastward across the ditch at some point. We can drink good NZ beer together, and go good NZ skiing together, and… well I could get onto a bit of a rant here, so it’s probably best if I cut myself off while I still retain the mental faculties to do so…