Saturday's historically for me suck...

For me pressure to get drunk and hang out with freinds has really pushed me to the edge. why bother? my family doesn't care if your drunk, boring or just stupid. As long as alcohol is involved it's all good. Don't get me wrong, i love my family and i guess i enjoy hanging out with them but jezzz. If alcohol isn't involved the TV is the focal point for the night...Boring... and if TV is on the schedule we don't see anyone. Fair enough i guess...The shit thats on TV these days sucks. Wev'e got a reasonable sound system so American Idol cranked up is OK (yeh right) but again Jezzz is that it?? You know i'd be happy parked at home watching some decent shit like Benny Hill or Spike Millagain or, i don't know...something for christ sake that makes me think about something other than my mortagage. I tell you what, just get me another beer and i'll shut up...

This story is about the fear I experienced while on a family holiday at Aromoana beach at the southern end of Hawkes Bay. The sandy beaches were surrounded by hilly farmland. One hill in particular was huge. Some of its faces were step and covered in slips and loose shingle. The two rotting sheep carcasses at the bottom of the steepest face was a good indication of how dangerous the hill was.