(Help, help, Anthony's threatening me with a length of green rubber pipe.)Things I like:Australian fast-food hamburgers;Macs saying "It's not my fault" with very loud and not-quite-right diction;popping into the pub.I don't particularly like:Blood under my fingernails;strange Kiwis with strange bits of paper in their pockets;being hemmed in by life, work, school, etc.(And now he's threatening to tie me to the chair with it. I don't think this is what his physio had in mind...)