This will hurt me...

Even dead trees have been reduced to begging. This one is doing well. Tahune Air Walk, September 2010. The little gold coins are two dollars , the slightly larger one’s one dollar . In the main, I can spot fifty and twenty cent pieces. There must be a few hundred dollars there, at least! I’d happily tolerate a few nicks and bruises if it meant that I was a few hundred off each day. Obviously, if you do spot me in the street and do wish to throw money at me, notes might be a better bet. Fifties or hundreds are especially welcome, but I shan’t turn my nose up at fives , tens or (heaven forbid) twenties . I’m very good like that.

Given that the general public have failed to support the Mission to Antarctica with the requisite donations, the lads have had to turn their hands to fast food to raise some money and buy sleeves for the t-shirts they intend wearing down south. Here Henry prepares rollmops and jellied pig's trotters for the masses to enjoy down at the Bellerive park.