Beer's in the fridge.
The mighty Wellington defend the Ranfurly Shield for the first time in 26 years in ten minutes.
And then the Warriors at ten.
Gini has girlie DVDs and is heading off to the bedroom with them.
All we need is the motogp to start when the league's finished and it would be a great night.
And I to my motorcycle parked like the soul of the junkyard. Restored, a bicycle fleshed with power, and tore off. Up Highway 106 continually drunk on the wind in my mouth. Wringing the handlebar for speed, wild to be wreckage forever.
- James Dickey, Cherrylog Road.
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