a day in the life of harry

A day in the life of harry appears to be no where near as exciting as K Eight's, but its still pretty decent.
I live in the centre of christchurch in a two bedroom shoe box- by myself- i can cook(im still eating left over rogan josh from two nights ago), and clean, sort of- don't ask marianne's opinion and we will get along fine. The maids dont clean the kitchen, only the bathroom and change my bed sheets- life is very easy.
The location is very good- Joe might no where it is- about one hundred meters from the holiday inn (where the footy players stay when the come to play the crusaders. (the force worked out in the gym i use, i felt very small that day), I am close to Jade stadium where i cheer for any Aussie team that goes there and wins (not the force).
Transportion to and from work is provided with a lancer- not as doof doof as rowans but it does the job, although didnt like the mountains when i took it to queenstown.
Work is going well, i am much happier here as my supervisors leave me to do my job and basically trust me to do it, there is no constant pressure on me but in saying that i have a higher responsibility and have to cop it if make a mistake- fine by me. The year long contract seems to be extending further an further into next year and at times other cities and in one case a small town on the west coast.
As a work function last week we were taken to dirt go-karting. Madness. the cars had a lot of power and no traction- despite all this i managed to win both rounds with fastest laps in both heats aswell. it was an awesome night finished with a bbq and free flowing beer- how could any one complain.
One day i will buy a camera and do a real day in the life of but for now this will have to do.
P.S. if anyone wants flights to nz- talk to me first- i may be able to arrange something