My 21st birthday was peeping through the key-hole; knocking on the door of next week. Ever since the whimsical experience on the night of my 20th birthday (Read: '20th Birthday Tale - An Interesting Gift', if you're interested in that), I started to believe that the birthday season is a fertile time for something marvellous to transpire. Why should it not? It is a celebration of the day we arrived here on Earth. And turning 21 is apparently a big moment in the great Odyssey. But I still wasn't sure why. The Dunedin Hook My parents wanted to steal me from the mountains on an Auckland-bound plane. But before I could politely respond, the Dunedin hook came to retrieve me. SHEEP had confirmed this coming week to be the one in which we gather in Dunedin once again, take a shaggy step forward as a noise-wielding unit, and record an EP. Playing with Sheep was, unparalleled, the single most frenetic activity I knew. I couldn't imagine a more wild birthday bash, e