The Biddie Biddies

NZ construction is not up to British standards. Our 'new house' (which we've actually been in for five months) has such poor sound proofing that when our downstairs neighbours boil their kettle, we can hear it. They're a couple of South African lads who are constantly out on the batter, and although there's no malice in their noise, they're noisy. They're a bit daft and are always carrying on and laughing, and from upstairs it just sounds like they're saying, 'Biddie, biddie, biddie. Biddie, biddie. Hehehehehe. Biddie, biddie!' All the time. It's driving Iain mental so we're looking for a new place. Like I said though, they're not malicious, just a bit daft. We met them out in Taka a couple of weeks ago and ended up carving it up in Ponsonby with them till silly o'clock. Here's some shots from the night. By the way, they're Blues fans and had just been at the game. And they're called Rohlah and Sirus.