Houseguests have gone up to Queensland for a few days.
I’m having a period of detox before they reappear on my doorstep in a couple of days.
Nice to see I’m not the only one feeling my age, as they are both taking longer to recover in the mornings.
Went out last Sat night and walked out of the pub around ‘one’ to find one of the missing visitors and a huge Samoan bouncer wouldn’t let me back in.
I don't remember walking a couple of K's to find a bus, but remember getting on the bus and paying, fell asleep and woke just in time to get off at my stop.
Don’t remember walking to the flat, or getting undressed, but awoke in bed the next morning with the oblatory ‘trail of clothes across the floor.’
Had a dinner party for my visitors and made mashed taters with sheep’s yogurt (smells like a sheep) a couple of cloves of garlic, n paprika.
Opened a bottle o favourite scotch that I carried all the way home from U.K.
Opened bottle of Calvados ‘for the ladies.’
Played with deaf dog.
Scored an Easter egg.
Received sloppy wet kisses from drunk wives.
All the dishes were washed up by pre-drunk wives.
Smoked cigars with their husbands.
With the passing of Daylight savings, we see this year’s festival season drawing to a close.
These clips were taken from outside the V fest.
As with the other festivals we’ve had in the park during the year, hordes of kids were drawn to the noise and energy to ‘walk the circuit.’
Parameter defence was pretty lax compared to the enthusiasm of festival security I’ve previously observed.
I noticed an ABC TV offsite broadcast van so maybe the organisers were making more cash from selling the broadcast rights?
I’m having a period of detox before they reappear on my doorstep in a couple of days.
Nice to see I’m not the only one feeling my age, as they are both taking longer to recover in the mornings.
Went out last Sat night and walked out of the pub around ‘one’ to find one of the missing visitors and a huge Samoan bouncer wouldn’t let me back in.
I don't remember walking a couple of K's to find a bus, but remember getting on the bus and paying, fell asleep and woke just in time to get off at my stop.
Don’t remember walking to the flat, or getting undressed, but awoke in bed the next morning with the oblatory ‘trail of clothes across the floor.’
Had a dinner party for my visitors and made mashed taters with sheep’s yogurt (smells like a sheep) a couple of cloves of garlic, n paprika.
Opened bottle of Calvados ‘for the ladies.’
Played with deaf dog.
Scored an Easter egg.
Received sloppy wet kisses from drunk wives.
All the dishes were washed up by pre-drunk wives.
Smoked cigars with their husbands.
With the passing of Daylight savings, we see this year’s festival season drawing to a close.
These clips were taken from outside the V fest.
As with the other festivals we’ve had in the park during the year, hordes of kids were drawn to the noise and energy to ‘walk the circuit.’
Parameter defence was pretty lax compared to the enthusiasm of festival security I’ve previously observed.
There was a single fence erected and it didn’t look much effort had been applied to its construction.
It\u2019s as though the organisers didn\u2019t care if people got in?
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