The big exposé.

 Peter was up early, dressed (t-shirt and shorts) and showered. He checked the injury he had got when he stood, in bare feet, on the sharper side of a pool cue last night. 

"Ah well, it's not as bad as the arm or the hip." he thought.

Peter was up early because he had work to do today. He had experienced a tour of Wellington by Richard (of RBB) quite a while back and now, every time Richard took him anywhere in his car, he considered it a tour. Peter thought that he could turn his fantasies about what happened on his last trip to Wellington into a thrilling and, at times, comic blog post.

The blog community waited with bated breath.

Or did they? Robert was already at work and Richard was planning some heavy violin practice. Who did that really leave in an enthusiastic reading crowd waiting to be impressed and humoured.

NO ONE.

Peter in his long hair days.

Ah well, at least when he's blogging he's not upsetting people on his neighbourhood chat thing.