So having managed not to obtain either of the things on Version 2 of my wish list (not all that surprising really), I thought I should add some more obtainable things to it, dose it with a bit of reality, shall we say?  I keep finding cool stuff on the internet. Damn you internet. So here is Version 3.

• A nice block of land somewhere near the beach with no neighbours too close by, and this house. Though the pink bedroom has to go.
• Flights and tickets to Green Day’s American Idiot stage show.
• An iDog to hook the iPod up to in the bedroom. Music in the bedroom! I would never have to leave my room! How cool would that be?
• A goose down duvet inner. One of those summer/winter interchangeable ones.
• A Green Day St Jimmy t’shirt.
• A copy of Things My Girlfriend and I Have Argued About, the funniest book ever by Mil Millington.
• Flights and tickets to Green Day playing at Wembley Stadium, 2010. I know, such a dreamer.
• This crazy itching to stop. Failing that, a gun to shoot myself with. Seriously, what the hell am I allergic to?
• All the bears in China to be released and rehomed and the insane cruelty to stop.
• A whopping big teddy bear.

So, everyone is all excited about the soccer, and the All Whites beating Bahrain to qualify for the World Cup. I feel kind of guilty for saying it, but what the hell?  So we qualify. For what? To get knocked out in the first round, or however it works? How far do you think we’ll get, realistically?  Soccer is just not our game. I’m happy for them I suppose, they are an NZ team after all, but I just couldn’t bring myself to watch with the rest of NZ. Not after the four years of torture I endured in my late teens/early twenties, freezing my ass off on the sidelines of my fiance’s club soccer games. A pack of grown men running round after a ball, and never scoring any goals, it bore little resemblance to how the game is actually meant to be played. Not that I find the real thing all that more stimulating. Give me rugby any day.