Another Night In With The Lads

My Dear Princess & Dear Fellows,

Cazza is out tonight with Potts. This is one of her friends - well not really a friend but a friend of a friend - from Mount Maunganui.

Potts works for the IRD. Which is what they call the Inland Revenue over here. She actually lives in Whitianga - oooh now wait a minute.

NON-KIWI KORNER
This is for all you people who don't know about Kiwi things. When you see a place name that starts with WH, you ACTUALLY pronounce it FFFFF. So Whitianga is not "Witty-anga", it's "Fitty-anga". Or "Fiddy" as the locals call it.

So Potts lives in Fiddy. But she works in Wellington during the week. Which is not close. So she flies down, gets put up in a LOVELY HOTEL all week - has her GROCERIES BOUGHT FOR HER - and gets one nice lovely meal out WITH A FRIEND per week.

And so Cazza is the Friend of the Week. I got nothing. I might add. I mean, I know I'm not really Potts friend but you know. I get hungry too. Bloody selfish bloody IRD people.

So feeling a bit left out, I decided to watch The Big Scary Film ("Insidious 4") and eat a fish supper. This is tradition, as you know. But I haven't really had much luck with fish suppers so far. Most of the fish suppers I have had in Wellington were YUCK with horrid spongey cakey yuck batter. 

Tonight I ordered a fish supper from a posh place, and they do blue cod. Which I had not heard of before. I wonder if it's the same as regular cod, but it's had a bad time and is a bit depressed. Maybe someone told it about global warming before they battered it. 

So I ordered the fish supper with slightly upset cod, and I have to say - once again - DISAPPOINTED. The batter was nice and crisp, so all good, but it was the SMALLEST EFFING FISH I have ever seen. From the size of the fillet I think that blue cod must be about the size of a guppy.

But STILL Punky rocked up. "Oh hello," he said, acting surprised. "Are you having a fish supper? Blue cod is it?" 

So here he is having some of my blue cod. MOST of my blue cod, I think you'll find. That mouthful you see there is about half my bloody dinner. Still, I didn't mind too much, it came with loads of chips, which I covered in chippy sauce from the Princess.

And now Cazza is back. She just walked in as I typed that. Our lads night is over. The scary film has finished and all the blue cod is gone.

S.