New player in the game of life - let's call him P^h. He gets his own initial immediately because I know him of old (that long, mad summer when everyone was friendly and insane and I laughed a lot) and I have a feeling he'll be cropping up again. He's that sort of guy. He could have been in the Brute Squad except he wasn't here when it existed, and... well, he tries a little too hard. (Yes, we are all arrogant. Did you only just realise this?)

Anyway, the point of the story, is that he's a New Zealander. Specifically, he was living and working there three years ago, when three movies of no consequence whatsoever were being made. He regaled us (me and Bec) with stories last night. PJ in his bar. Knowing the guy in charge of Lurtz. Stuff like that. I was briefly, blindingly jealous. P^h was saved from an untimely, grisly end by my realisation that it was, actually, all three years ago and assuming his identity now would get me nothing but a Philosophy thesis to write. Since I already have a politics one, I decided to forgo the slaughter.

Greater restraint hath no woman, eh?