Yep, there's no place like good ol' Aotearoa, where this counts as a balmy spring day. And where you can wear head gear like this and no one bats an eyelid.
Don't worry, summer is just around the corner... yeah, it it's called Australiaaa, maaate.
It's not quite as cold as it looks... provided you've got a convenient tea cosy to slap on your head.
Rock basks in the tropical climate. Which way to the beach folks?
Mei tucks into an iced coffee... actually, it's a normal coffee where nature did the rest.
There's no doubt about it, in the Battle of the Mochas the kiwis win hands down. Pity about the cricket, rugby league, medal tally, GDP per capita, average wage and topless sunbathing battles...
Uhm... I'm not seeing a lot of bikini action.
Rock takes a moment to get his bearings and make sure he didn't sail out to the Ross Ice Shelf by mistake.
Mei always was keen on sampling the local cuisine. As they say, fresh is best.
Heck, it may be cold, and it may be a long way from the bright centre of the universe, but there are some parts of kiwiana you wouldn't substitute for anything. Well, anything other than a nice fluffy overcoat.
Mei models the latest in NZ fashion. The 2008 Spring Collection draws inspiration from... 1908?
Halt... didn't you see that Winston Peters billboard on Queen Street?
Don't worry, since it's not ever going to be warm enough for a picnic, no one will mind a few footprints on the table....
Rock admires the scenery... or is he keeping a wistful eye out for the return ferry?
Mark this moment folks, you saw it here first. Blue sky. That's right, this is not a fancy filter. This is not photoshopped. This is the real deal
This is a beach. I thought I'd better caption it, just to clear up any confusion.
Whaddya know, it's sunny and warm today! Rock goes back to the drawing board to come up with something else to complain about... too easy, Helen Clark! Meanwhile, Mei looks a little too familiar with the whole spinning around a pole thing...
The Fab Four! It cost us millions to outbid Women's Day, but here it is, the world exclusive first pics of the reunion. Imagine what it would of cost if Mei had actually kept her eyes open.
Hang on, make that the Fab Five.
Errr... Fab Thr... Hmmm... Time to hire a new publicist. And a new blogger.
All hail the king! Rock uses the old low angle trick to magnify his manhood.
She may not look like much, but she's got it where it counts, kid. Unlike Rock, who doesn't have it where it counts in the cooking department.
Standoff! Who will click first?
Ok, it's not quite your typical Thanksgiving setting, but that's no reason not to roll out the pies. Just ask Warnie. And as a plus, out here you don't run the risk of being trampled to death in the lumbering stampede to be the first to get a patriotic 20% off the no-brand made-in-China plasma in Audio Visual, Aisle 25.
Incoming divebomber! And no, I don't mean some crappy CGIed Stuka trying but failing to bring the slightest crease of a frown to Nicole never-had-botox Kidman's face... In fact, this intrepid Kookaburra braved the flames of Rock' latest cooking 'experiment' to snatch this saussie right off the BBQ. Stealing something and being celebrated for it - why that's the spirit Aussie was founded on.
Finally Mei finds some friends her own height :)
Hard to imagine in three short weeks the surf and the sun will be replaced with ice and snowflakes. Hard to imagine anyone would actually volunteer for such a switch. There's a sucker born every minute. And most of them work(ed) on Wall St.
It wouldn't be a J00ster post without the famous jump; it wouldn't be a J00ster post without at least one filler comment.
Looks like someone other than the Kookaburra had a few too many saussies. Luckily Rock can shortly trade in his budgie smugglers for three overcoats, a scarf, a pair of gloves... and an "out of work stockbroker - will work for food" sign.
Enjoy it while you can. Even a five million bucks in the Hamptons won't buy you a stretch of sand like this.
I'm just posting these for my benefit. So when I'm shivering away in some tiny shoebox in Manhattan I can use this as my desktop while I bask in the palid raditation from my monitor.
Over and out folks, next time you read this, it'll be ketchup not tomato sauce...
