Hi all So we awoke after about four hours kip and after blaring out some tunes for the benefit of our neighbours, we showered and headed into Adelaide for a traditional Sunday session. With Mand sleeping flat out on a bench/sofa type thing it was left to me to keep our reputation intact. I failed miserably. Three extremely long lasting pints and a watch of Man Ure on the telly was enough to make me realise that there's nothing big or clever about trying to drink...

Hi all Into town then and we disembarked a few stops after the scraggy trio, at a place the driver assured us was resplendent with watering holes. It wasn't. Well, not the kind we wanted anyway. So after getting directions from a couple of locals who happened to cross our path and had made the mistake of making eye contact, we were off up a side street. There in front of us were two of the worst dressed eighteen-year-old girls I've ever seen. One had a white t-s...

Hi allSo we left Port Augusta, home of the Indigenous cross dresser, and almost before we knew it we were lost in Adelaide. Seriously lost. Nothing particularly new in that to be fair, but it was rush hour. Which meant we spent the next hour sitting in traffic with the temperature needle off the chart. Stress is not my favourite mental state and after several verbal explosions between the two of us (it was obviously Mand's fault we were lost in the one way sy...