tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994686216499855970.post5483354625570313533..comments2023-11-02T22:10:09.771+11:00Comments on opening time: fiction and realityrobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04713663888880540783noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994686216499855970.post-30503564467924709422009-12-31T07:18:03.371+11:002009-12-31T07:18:03.371+11:00Hotters, there's no place like home, fortunate...Hotters, there's no place like home, fortunately.<br /><br />Mingers, the local pitch still had the rugby goalposts up. They're a bit behind in NZ.robnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994686216499855970.post-6811878110607321852009-12-31T00:19:30.987+11:002009-12-31T00:19:30.987+11:00I say!
How were the NZ pitches?
MM IIII say!<br /><br />How were the NZ pitches?<br /><br />MM IIIAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8994686216499855970.post-53326780689518069042009-12-30T10:29:40.049+11:002009-12-30T10:29:40.049+11:00Albert? You sound fair exhausted from all the fun ...Albert? You sound fair exhausted from all the fun you've been having! Did you have Christmas dinner on the beach with the sharks? HotboyHotboyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04666819034568821351noreply@blogger.com