He's still got it.

One of the things I have enjoyed about moving to Auckland as I have seen more of my family in three months than I generally would have in two years.

Last night I was at a family birthday party to celebrate my cousin's daughter turning 13. I mean how did that happen? One minute I'm teaching her how to crawl, (apparently my crawling improved tremendously during my lesson) and the next she's casually telling me about how she managed to talk to Justin Bieber when he was here last week.

But this is not another how-come-everyone-else-is-getting-older-while-I'm-still-21 post. This is to tell you about my favourite line of the evening.

It was my 82 year old uncle telling me that he and my aunt were driving somewhere this week and that they had to pull over as he got a call, 'It was from my agent, wanting me for an audition.'

I'm sorry, but how outstandingly cool is that ?

I do have to be careful though, last time I talked about him being 82 he emailed me demanding a recount, claiming that he was only 72.

To which I simultaneously sneezed and said 'Bullshit!'