Sure enough woke up feeling gash again, damn you Bundaberg rum & coke on draught! 4 hours sleep didn't exactly help either. Played 9 holes on the way to the Blue Mountains. Amazingly given how hungover and dehydrated I was and playing with foreign clubs I shot +7. Maybe I have made hungover golf into an art form after Dumfries and Portugal.

Kev then took me to various lookout points around the Blue Mountains, they certainly were spectacular. And I finally learnt why the mountains were so-called, because of the vapour given off by the eucalyptus trees (so now you know!) On the way back to Epping we stopped off at the Norman Lindsey gallery where Kev had always wanted to go. I had never heard of him but turned out his was the guy famous for the line, "do you want to come and see my etchings". Not only that but he often had naked women cavorting around the grounds oh his house, which the National Trust had bought and made into a gallery, what a legend! He produced etchings, paintings, cartoons, sculptures and built ships in a highly controversial career from the 1920's. the range and volume of his works was truly outstanding.

After a short nap I was refreshed and cooked enchiladas as my thank you meal for the family which seemed to be enjoyed by all, it is always a good sign when people's eyes are bigger than their belly.

The next morning I met Liv for a coffee at the Macquarie shopping centre and we chatted about her writing amongst other things. the cultural and intellectual conversation was nice for a change! I was heading to the city for the rest of the day and my first stop was the Art Gallery of NSW, which in terms of diversity was one of the best galleries I have ever been to. I must have written down about 50 artists' names on my map to look up on the internet at a later date. From there I walked to Mrs. Macquarie's Point which is where you can get the most famous and stunning views of the Harbour Bridge and the Opera House. Managed to get an Asian tourist to take a photo of me and she said I was "handsome" (something which has never been used to describe me before so I was a bit taken aback).

Next I went back to the Museum of Contemporary Art to see the two exhibitions that weren't open when I went on Monday. Well the feature Eliasson exhibition was fascinating, his manipulation of colours and use of different mediums left me a bit dazed, particularly the 360-degree colour room. As it was a scorcher of a day I decided a beer was needed next and the Rocks part of the city threw up a gem in the form of a German beer pub, how happy I was to be finally drinking some proper beer!

Last stop on my day in the city was to go to the biggest cinema screen in the world and finally watch a film in 3D at the IMAX. The only feature film available was Disney's new Christmas Carol but at least it got me into the xmas spirit finally, a bit. Gripe of the day came here though with a 20 minute delay in the film starting due to a technical fault (having been promised by a man with a big booming voice 'The best cinema experience in the world'…well no actually one of the worst) followed by the staff wandering about back-and-forth during the film opening and closing bloody fire doors!

Steve had told me the evening's drinks were going to be again in Epping, and Joanne was coming out so after dinner it was off to the RSL, where nobody could have predicted the madness to come. Along with getting proper pints rather schooner's (I nearly dropped off my stool) we also had the extremely sweet and alcoholic cocktail a 'Pink p**** …it was going to be a big night. We headed to Trax again with Glen, Joanne, Emma B, Alf and Glen's sister Kirsty. After Steve had had some vodka (which apparently is the only thing that makes him dance) we went down to the dance floor, which literally had no one on, not that that's ever stopped me before and it didn't this time! Steve's dancing was so uncoordinated/ tragic/ hilarious that Joanne (who wants to be a professional dancer by the way and has been dancing 5 times a week for some years) disowned him. The place was closing and a friend of Glen's had arrived who invited us back to his place to continue the festivities, of course Steve and me obliged along with Kirsty and Alf.

The drink Glen's friend gave me upon arrival at his house was a home brewed (by his Mum) dark ale, which tasted like alcoholic syrup and went down about as well as a fart in a lift, not what was called for at that time in the early hours. Well after some interesting events in the next couple of hours it was time to head back to Marcella St, not before Steve stacked it face first trying to put his shoes on in the driveway pissed, which left me gafforing and bent double.