Drunk & Disorderly

I'm posting this from the airport in New Zealand and this crappy terminal has already nearly got me deported for obscene language. It has no mouse and instead uses a small notebook like square to navigate and they always nearly drive me to seppuku. I won't even go into details about the keyboard that is so soft that it feels like I''m typing on a baby seal.

So far things are goin'pretty smoothly, flight from Perth to New Zealand was a breeze and not bein' able to sleep on flights means I'm 50 pages away from finishing my new novel (reading not writing!)

Now it's just a matter of killing time before the long haul to Hong Kong departs which is about an hour away. On a weird note the guy on the terminal next to me is wearing a bright red neck comforter, not sure if he forgot to take it off after his flight or 'maybe neck braces are just fashionable in New Zealand?

Guess I should head off and get on my plane!