Ow, me head
First up, thanks a billion to you fellas who came along ta help me celebrate me bucks - props to the usual suspects as well as a coupla you fellas like Pete and Vic and Gui who I dont know all that well but made it a bonza time anyway, hope ya had a good one! Im feelin a bit rough this mornin but no more than usual - Sash put the wind up a couple of ya about makin me behave and I reckon ya did a good job :P Apart from all those bloody Sambuccas, my word - Jones and Mitch, Im tellin ya, you guys are on the hit list when I feel like I can take a bloody drink again :P
Anyway Dicko got in on the 14th after goin to Meredith the weekend before and partyin through to the Wednesday - I know you fellas dont know what Meredith is but its a 3 day festival in rural victoria where they have a heap of bands and a lot of booze and hash bikkies - I reckon he was still off his face when he landed, haha. He was all puffed up like a rooster cuz this year he won the Meredith Gift - thats a 1.5km nudie race around the grounds in case ya werent aware. I heard it was 37 degrees out there, lucky he didnt burn his wang off.
Come Saturday mornin me and him took the Dag and the rest of the fellas got in a convoy and went down Sennen Cove which obliged us with a bit o' sun even though it was only 9 degrees. After not too much fannyin around i managed to get most of em into the water - Jonesy did about as good as Dicko did which considerin Dicko goes surfin every other day shows you just how smashed he was! Turk was his usual shambles and Mitch mostly sat around posin in his wetsuit and showin off his bubble arse. We packed up around noon and hightailed it back ta town to get dolled up for the evenin - the winner was absolutely Ashcroft in a pair of jeans so tight you could see his unborn children. Jones, I dunno how ya done it mate. Dicko was still in fine form cuz he managed ta pick up this absolute bruiser of a bird from Newcastle - couldnt understand a word in ten but between you and me I reckon thats just as well.
Mrs M gets in tomorro and the future wifes callin me for a sally underneath the showerhead so I reckon Im gunna push off. Top week to ya all and Merry Chrissy if I dont see ya!
Anyway Dicko got in on the 14th after goin to Meredith the weekend before and partyin through to the Wednesday - I know you fellas dont know what Meredith is but its a 3 day festival in rural victoria where they have a heap of bands and a lot of booze and hash bikkies - I reckon he was still off his face when he landed, haha. He was all puffed up like a rooster cuz this year he won the Meredith Gift - thats a 1.5km nudie race around the grounds in case ya werent aware. I heard it was 37 degrees out there, lucky he didnt burn his wang off.
Come Saturday mornin me and him took the Dag and the rest of the fellas got in a convoy and went down Sennen Cove which obliged us with a bit o' sun even though it was only 9 degrees. After not too much fannyin around i managed to get most of em into the water - Jonesy did about as good as Dicko did which considerin Dicko goes surfin every other day shows you just how smashed he was! Turk was his usual shambles and Mitch mostly sat around posin in his wetsuit and showin off his bubble arse. We packed up around noon and hightailed it back ta town to get dolled up for the evenin - the winner was absolutely Ashcroft in a pair of jeans so tight you could see his unborn children. Jones, I dunno how ya done it mate. Dicko was still in fine form cuz he managed ta pick up this absolute bruiser of a bird from Newcastle - couldnt understand a word in ten but between you and me I reckon thats just as well.
Mrs M gets in tomorro and the future wifes callin me for a sally underneath the showerhead so I reckon Im gunna push off. Top week to ya all and Merry Chrissy if I dont see ya!