Redeeming Hindquarters.

Been lost, been agitated. So you have to deal with the fact; that you have missed out on 2 weeks of my life. So deal. You survived before you began reading my dribble. Quick recap. Wombats & caving(somehow related). Storms & Motorcycling (also related). Camping & Pitching a tent.

Today we, team Evil-faction (now a website), journeyed up to Sydney to reclaim our Saru(sally) from Melbourne types. The Journey was short and high-spirited. Many smell jokes, and general enjoyments of each others existence. “The Beast” purred her way up the h’way. Tunes burst forth in glorious day, from Sabbath to Type O, and much random worship Cd of which I don’t know the artist, left it was in my car by the Manda lady.

Upon retrieving Saru from the place where metal birds land (without fire). The valiant crew continued to find a place to relieve Simon’s and Eltham’s Bladders. Janet also required this service. To Rockdale it was Macca’s the place, no food did we eat, only pee’d in the appropriate place. The random shops in the vicinity were viddy’d. Books were bought and so were some presents. Lunch, a kebab, mixed meat, Extra chicken. 1400hrs came around to the book store we ran…Many books were there, purchased, excited were we. It was awesome to see S, J and E so keen for stuff in a Christian Bookstore.

Then homeward bound with 2 short stopovers, My parents and Dad’s folks, chores to do had I. Computers ‘O computers, Why do Older generations bother??? You can’t understand them, and “yes, you’ve made shortcuts”. “Then what are these here?”

Back in the gong, and nobody at Planet Bob. I was supposed to go out on the street van tonight. Unfortunately everyone pulled out. So, a quiet night at home with Amanda and whoever was in order. Whoever turned out to be Speed and Sally. Adrian Edmonson’s How to Be a complete Bastard the game we played…Biggest Bastard turned out to be me.

During the Game Roscoe rang to tell me he would be home late, and not to worry. I appreciated that…sensitivity amongst scoundrels.

Anyhow the time of sleep draws near. Into the bosom of unconsciousness I trust my entity. And if I die before I wake, pray the Lord my soul to take.