Another C-G is in the house...

Watch out Otago... My darling little bro Adam is soon to be starting at my dear old Alma Mater, The University of Otago, in New Zealand. I still can't quite believe it, he can't be 18 already, surely. Egads, the tike's barely out of nappies and already he's going out into the big wide world. What terrible misfortunes could sully one so naive, so innocent, so pure as the driven snow, Goddamnit? Of course, he has his wonderful big bro to guide him, to pick him up when he falls, to make sure he doesn't make the same mistakes that I once did. Or at least he would, if (a) I was actually in the same area, let alone the same continent, and (b) I gave a monkey's. Still, I'm sure he'll have a great time, and in all seriousness (Gosh, isn't that a novelty), good luck to you l'il bro. Knock'em dead tiger and other such motivating slogans. Oh, and wouldn't it be weird if he ended up in the same hall as Nanaaya? And they became friends and went out drinking together, and, and... And I'll shut up now because I'm starting to sound like a delusional teenage girl. Besides, only Kwasi, Minty, Jackie and I know what I'm talking about...