Cookie monster

12 days been and gone, some interesting times have passed. Tuesday night I spent out with the globe crew on a pub crawl. Spent a few hours drinking teapots full of cocktails then it was Mermaids strip club till 5 am. Akd despite all warnings you CAN catch the shuttle home from sky city if you are pissed as a ferret. The weekend bought Easter around. Now this was odd. To an englishman and (technically,well maybe historically) a Christian the Easter weekend is and has always been about having a 4 day weekend and getting pissed in e pub at every given oportunity with family and friends. Having worked in the hospo industry for the last 6 years I myself rarely had chance to experience this to the full extent the ever age working joe enjoys it to. My Easter weekends traditionally consisted of 4 back to back double shifts, a perpetual nightmare of 12-15 hour shifts broken up with a heavy night drinking to drown out the nightmarish memories from the day. The kiwi's do it differently. Taking the lead from America, a specifically secular country as defined by e founding fathers, separating church and state has of course led to the country being predominantly Christian despite the heavy Maori influences. Bloody missionaries. Back to the point. At midnight, at the start of Easter Friday every listened premises in new Zealand that is not food led (restaurant, cafe etc) must close its doors for 24 hours. The same again on Easter Sunday. Right, so to celebrate the death and rebirth of the lord Jesus Christ your saviour, you give everybody 4 days off work the celebrate, then close all the pubs. Smart thinking. That's like giving someone the keys to a brandnw Austin Martin db9, and then Breaking both their legs. I don't think Jesus would be very happy with that. I think he would be down the local reservoir trying to turn it into a nice full bodied pino noir. Thankfully the Irish were on the ball, and friday night we got out early as it was so bloody quiet, what with everyone at home praying, and The Fiddler round the corner opened its doors bang on midnight. We all got steaming drunk and Phils girlfriend stole enough cookies from Subway to fill a small van. For e first time in 6 years I enjoyed Easter sunday and Monday off work. And what did I do? I spent all day Sunday inside watching tv, and spent all day Monday in the pub.