Phew! It's all go here in NZ! I've been busier than a one-armed bricklayer in Baghdad!
The act's going down well with the Kiwis. Maybe that's because it's so wet here you'd need an entire tanker load of fuel to set any kind of premises alight. Still, with petrol at 45p a litre, and diesel 35p, you wouldn't have to save up for very long.
Not so keen on the glitterati parties, though. Too many disco biscuits. It all gets madder than a clam's cock, as my road manager Kenny puts it. Not my cup of Earl Grey, really.
So for relaxation I've been doing a spot of souvenir shopping for some of the other bloggers on the Ile de Thanet. Here's my selection so far:
For our lamp-post-and-flagpole-erecting councillor Dave Green, I've picked up this natty, 45 metre wind wand from New Plymouth. Being constructed of fibre glass, it bends in the wind, giving an indication of strength and direction. A practical piece of coastal art which will look jolly splendid on the East Cliff, once that hideous temporary fencing is dispensed with. I'm sure Arts and Elbows will appreciate it too, as it was knocked up by world renowned Kiwi kineticist Len Lye.
The pies have it! Both the Aussies and Kiwis are obsessed with pies, so what better to bring back for Bignews Tony (Man Eating Sausage In Wenceslas Square) than a selection of NZ's finest? If I can get them through biosecurity, that is.
I wouldn't want Ramsgate Tourettes' Lucy Mail feeling right out in the cold, so I've purchased a pair of purple possum nipple warmers for the foamy one. I suspect she'll only be needing the one, but she can always keep the other in case she fancies getting a left out as well.
And finally, I thought this might tickle Justin Brown's fancy. Now, unlike a drug addict, he can wash his crack and enjoy it all over again!