cheers Russell. And big ups to Ryan for making it to the waterfront to record the dive into the harbour. Wet feet, and risking expensive sound gear - above and beyond the call of duty!

Oh the pineapples!

...and then the refills of the pineapples!

and then the drinking somewhere else
instead of swimming

Yeah, mad props to Ryan for being there - whatever happened to you, Russell?

Yeah, mad props to Ryan for being there - whatever happened to you, Russell?

Well, I had been up since 5am working so I could come to Wellington. I was also effing slaughtered.

I listened to this on the bus on the way to work this morning. I had to get off one stop early because I was laughing (or lolzing, as they say on the interwebs) so much, especially from the aural evidence of the increasing drunkeness as the evening progressed.

Were you shocked at the one unbleeped "fucking" that I uttered, Robyn? I apologise for any offence caused...

When I heard that, I fainted and had to be revived with smelling salts by a fellow bus passenger near the Symonds-Newton intersection. How embarassing!

But I think that might have been exacerbated by my corset being laced too tightly this morning. I'm going to have words with my ladyservant.

Your ladyparts get tied up too tightly by your ladyservant? Now that is a podcast I'd like to hear...

Always wondered who was mad enough to dive into the harbour at nights.

Radio is so educational.

Radio is so educational.

So is Jo.

Hehehe cheers Russell!

I should point out though, that it was much, much warmer when we recorded that piece that it is now. I may be crazy but I'm not dumb...