Not Braveheart

My Dear Princess and Dear Fellow,

The backpackers are back in force and the reason is for Loulou and Tiger's upcoming nuptials. 

It was timed for the Easter weekend and also for Loulou's birthday (today). Macca and some of the other London backpacker crowd descended upon Paraparaumu and we all headed over to Teddy Bear Cottage* where Tiger and Loulou share their home with their cat and several ducks. 

It was a fun night. We met a fun new couple called Trudie and Ray. They live in Sydney but they were great. And it turns out that 

SALESFORCE

Yes. Ray is another IT nerd. He's a Salesforce consultant so obviously we are sure to be best friends. Soz Caro. 

Caro was actually the star of the evening though. Everyone wanted to know about her new job and a few people have been inspired by her career pivot. A few people I spoke to are wondering if they should reinvent themselves as well.

Probably the high point of the evening though was that Loulou organised an "introduce yourself to the group" thing. She is such an IT person. However, this being Loulou, she asked us to introduce ourselves to the group and tell everyone about the "porns" we had seen**.

Tiger's sister told us that she'd only ever seen three porns. One of which involved a pizza delivery guy, "seriously, I'm not even joking". She told us that the pizza delivery guy basically "fell" on a blonde with fake boobs and it was just silly.

The other two porns were illegal German import porns. One of which involved a man having sex with a disinterested pig. The second of which involved insertion of kitchen implements, including an egg whisk. 

Libby then told us about her porns. This is when she lived in Australia so she went to the naughty aisle of the video store and also picked up three porns. The man behind the counter gave them to her in a paper bag. 

"Woohoo, pornography here we come!" she said as she drove home, only to be caught by her neighbour. 

"It's 'Braveheart'," she told him.

Finally home she settled in. "But it was so BORING," she told us. "It was just talking and talking and talking and then yes there was sex but all you could see was boobs."

It turns out that Australia had really strict censorship rules at the time. "And this was considered porn," said Libby. "I was so disappointed."

You might imagine that alcohol played some part in all this. As you can see from today's picture, it so totally did. I brought along a very cheeky Kiwi whisky called Cardrona. Between us, we managed to finish it.

As you can see.

S.

* No really.
** Fortunately, I'd already introduced myself to the group by the time the subject of porns came up.