Gave my speech at my stepdad's funeral today - and then we got invited by his brother to the Zealong Tea Estate, back in Hamilton.

They had these newspaper cutouts on the wall showing all the celebrities who had visited the place before - including John Key, King Charles, Chinese president Xi Jinping, and many others.

I think I did a good job passing myself off as an upper class individual. Had to wear my mum's clothes, because all I really have is a hoodie, and some sweatpants. The tea was awesome. Stretched that expensive little tea bag as much as I could, by pouring myself up to 4 cups.

We came back to Otorohanga, looking for a pub. Tried the local Working Man's Club - but unfortunately, you couldn't order anything without being a member. There was not a single young face to be seen. Thirsty Weta tends to have slightly more young people, but they usually come with their parents for dinner and special occasions. The Loneliness seems to haunt me everywhere I go.. but it doesn't really bother me anymore. Every generation has its own wars, famines and struggles. Mine just happens to be a spiritual famine, and that's ok. I'll be a'ight