I've just got off a plane to the Cook Islands from New Zealand. The air hostess told us that we are going across the international date line. For those that are wondering its not some hotline to hook you singletons up with international chic's or even international chap's for you chic's.
No. Through some magic trickery conjured up by early British mariners I've arrived in the Cook Islands some 20 hours before I left. So tomorrow is actually today, groundhog day, and I'll get to relive January 5th 2010 again.
No where should I start ?
As I think I said at the time, at least you won't have to shave tomorrow. Or do I mean today?
Try ringing yourself in New Zealand.
Report back.
Posted by: Paul | Monday, January 11, 2010 at 08:12 PM