How about Pleasures of the Flesh - Sex and Drugs in Colonial New Zealand? Check.
Mah librie ov deborchry: let me show you it.
Hee hee hee.
Of course, we are hosting the local community solstice party on the 21st, and the dance room is also the room where I keep my library, with such titles as Drugs in Society, The History of Grass, The American Disease, the aforementioned Pleasures of the Flesh, Go Ask Alice, The Dilemma of Drugs, Ecstasy: The MDMA Story... the list goes on. Luckily, the same shelf is also populated with weighty tomes on sociology, criminology and public policy, which, if anyone asks, will give me an opening to explain the reason for having such a large collection of potentially dodgy books.
Yes, I think it's sad that I feel I may have to explain myself to the masses to avoid labelling and the associated judgements. It's one of those sad facts of living in society the way it is - deviance from the accepted norm can cause problems of the kind I don't need.
Hi, I'm Tats and I'm a deviant and I make no apology. But I will make a fairly good argument for why my deviance shouldn't be held against me, if you're willing to listen.
Meanwhile, yesterday was spent at home, pottering about mowing the lawn, weeding the flower gardens (which seem to think it's spring and are therefore coming into bloom), and putting together my scrubcutter with no spare bits left over! I only had to refer to photographs twice to see how it went! Phwoar, go me!
And then of course, there was the mole sauce and the lively intercourse.
Living with Americans is proving to be not only an interesting learning experience about similarities and differences of culture, but also a very tasty exercise indeed, food wise. I do believe America has it all over New Zealand with interesting flavoured food. Or maybe it's just that I'm familiar with 'kiwi tucker' and so anything different is interesting.
Also, who do you think will lose their accent first - the Americans or the Kiwis?