Matthew Henry John Bartlett

I am in an internet cafe in Queen Street, Auckland. [La-la-la-li-Lola is on Radio Hauraki]. I’m not the world’s most passionate man.

Yesterday’s drive up was most pleasant. I set off by myself after coffee with Simon, Rachel & Richie. My stereo has packed up, so i recorded a few compilation CDs to listen to on the way. I listened to a really worthwhile talk from one Brian McLaren (mp3, RA) on Habbakuk. [With or without you/U2] My favourite aunt works at Subway in Bulls. I stopped there for lunch and said hello. She gave me a staff discount and extra olives, and i gave her one of my compilation CDs.

I continued North. I picked up a hitchhiker named Paul, and took him to Hamilton. He had no money and was a bit hungry so i bought him lunch and gave him some cash for somewhere to stay tonight (and probably a little flutter on the horses).

I got to the Flinn’s place at about 11pm, and watched yesterday’s The Office again with Tim, Jackson & Richie. This morning Sarah-K took us all into town. Richie took me to a Torts lecture. He has a moot this afternoon, so i’m pottering around town for a few hours. I’d like to buy a belt and a beanie. [Sultans of Swing/Dire Straits]

I left a wee sticker at my station in this dimly lit internet cafe – ‘if the people on MSN are boring today you could talk to the people next to you’.