After Grog Blog: ROAD WERRIWA WARRIOR

"Drive thy business or it will drive thee."

-- Benjamin Franklin

Taking Four-Eye's (Benny Bifocals to a cheeky young Jefferson) advice, I've just driven my business up to Sydney.

Not much to report. Left Melbourne at 5:45am and arrived Chateau Potts at 3:45pm. 898.2 kms door-to-door in ten hours on the dot. The car was silver, the road black, the grass brown. The Tarcutta bacon and eggs were pink and white, respectively. The hash browns were, well, brownish. The Vegemite black and full of mity goodness.

The various animals eating the brown grass were whatever colour. The kangaroos, in the main, dead. The sheep were white, but operating contrary to expectations, were tall and gangly. Come to think of it, they mightn't have been sheep at all. They looked like sheep (kind of), but they might have been some form of "exotic" beasty. Anyone got a handle on short, white, woolly giraffes?

And surprising no one, Latham fell on his pancreas.

Is anyone going to see The Handsome Family on Thursday? Send me a photo so I'll know who to avoid. You Sydney people are filth.

PS: Heard some dishy goss yesterday. A few years back, a once high profile footballer was sacked from his job for cheating on the office footy tipping. Ha!