The After Grog Bloggers Club, that is. Prof Bunny's a Member too.
Anyhoo, Slatts Isn't Feeling Well. C'mon man! Buck up! You can't just loll around all day moaning about your head. Snap out of it! This morning I was up with the Larks for a brisk trot around Lake Burley Superior. After 300 push-downs I cooked a breakfast fit for a particularly well fed middle eastern potentate. Sawdust toast & monkey paste, purple coffee, francis bacon, green eggs and ham. After that I read (In Latin) the twenty five verses of Deuteronomy that refer to cricket's No-Ball rule. Loosely translated "Thou shalt not thy arm bendeth". Then I woke up.
It was only a fuckin' dream! Ack! Head hurt bad!
What I REALLY did was take three Nurofen and swig a mouth full of cordial. I subsequently spat it out when I realised it was diet stuff. I said fuck. I got the papers off the balcony, good arm on that kid. I still said fuck. After that I went back to bed and fell asleep watching a video of the Melbourne/Brisbane game from the Gabba.
Now I'm After Grog Blogging. I think. I'd better check....
"Mirror? Yes Tony. So it IS me?!? Well your eyes are a bit redder than usual but, yes, it's you.
Good. I'm me.
On to less serious matters.
Where the hell am I going with this? Ohh. That's right. Last night.
YES. Last night I caught up with Bernie Slattery and Alan Anderson at the Royal. Ando and I drank beers while Slatts set a mean pace with the local Vin Rouge Tres Ordinaire, a Grange Pentridge 2002 I believe. No eating this time. Eatin's Cheatin'. Never the less, a good time was had by all. I went home in a taxi again. Responsible me.
Not sure about Slatt's assessment of Mick the Mechanic as; one of the nicest fellows I've met in months. That right-wing, violent, blood-sucker labelling is Mick's idea of small-talk. You ought to see him when he's channelling Chumpsky, selectively quoting John Pilger's latest Minimum Opus and regaling us with the dubious virtues of Eating For Columbine.
At least the three of us were able to tag-team. I'm sure we'll do it again before long.
Cheers lads. Bottoms up! Now. Where's that beer?
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