With no job, a ridiculous shaggy haircut, and not a lot of money, I have very quickly become distant to my former life as an International Playboy. And the final remnants of my former existence ran out at the end of 2004 with the expiry of my British Airways Executive Club Card. It did, however, give me one last hurrah, as it gained me access to the Qantas lounge in Auckland airport during our 10 hour layover in between arriving from Tahiti, and flying out to Fiji. With the Auckland rain dissuading us from a sightseeing trip around the city; we took refuge in the executive lounge, with free internet, luxury showers, and plentiful food, drink and newspapers. My Hawaiian shirt, board shorts and flip flops got the odd disapproving stare, and the lady who ran
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