RWC Humiliation Station 2011 (HERE COMES THE DEBT COLLECTOR)

SUP BITCHES Plaid most graciously filmed me running around the botanic gardens yesterday beating up things which might've been gazebos.


So. Our story begins with this thing I call the "Peach Bell." It's a large, metal Japanese bell which was gifted from a sister city of Christchurch's or something. The pagodagazebo in which it resides has tiled rocks around it, with "peace" embedded on there in various different languages. One particular tile (I forget which) has had an error in translation, so the word for "peach" instead of "peace" is inscribed in one language. Hence, the Peach Bell (promoting World Peach, presumably.)




Frolicking through a field of daffodils


SPROING
TAKE THAT, SUNDIAL

INTERMISSION

SO MANY OF THESE FLUFFY BUMBLEBIRDS ALL OVER THE GARDENS


Some megarude gentleman reckoned this was the "most rubbish b-grade horror movie he'd ever seen." I would've chased him with my axe but instead offered him a job in post-production, which was where the real curdling of blood would go down.


Summarily rejected, I took out my frustrations on a road cone.


Mission success!