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OMG there were 4 police cars round the back of Urge this afternoon- some dude had been trying to break into cars (including my poor wee MR2) and someone had called the cops on him.

It seems the call went something like:

"This is 111 emergency, what is your emergency?"
"Yeah, there's this guy breaking into cars in the carpark below, can you send your hottest police officers to arrest him please?"
"Certainly sir. Beards, goatees, and tattoos acceptable? Hairy chests? Maybe a gorilla or two?"
"Sounds good."

Honestly, you sometimes see a hot cop on the street in Auckland. Maybe one driving past. Always partnered with a much-less hot cop. But this afternoon...

I was more than happy to be interviewed by the tall, refrigerator-like constable with the shaved head, prematurely silver goatee, and big tribal tatts down one arm. But when his mate, an older daddybear sergeant with a long dark goatee started asking about the MR2 and mentioned that it was probably "more fun than sex"... *drool*

Not to mention the other two, one large polynesian lad with rolls on the back of his neck, the other a hairy wee otter with his top buttons undone...

I think I need to take up a life of crime.

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A nice busy day- I bought new bobbins, needles, and thread for the sewing machine, then some Steinlager Pure for Urge (Typical- the one beer I didnt have stock of was the one they all decided to drink last night), drove Johnny and Kim to the airport, and fixed the toilet door at Kamo. (It says 'slide' for a reason. Stop pushing it, people!!)

So now I reckon I'll get a couple of hours snooze.