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 your way through a hangover that has you feeling like you're in need of a blood transfusion.

When Sleeping Beauty finally arose we headed off to an Italian restaurant for some food. Where the owner took a real shine to Mand to the extent that I nearly had to lay the Smackdown on the pervy old f***er. Watching some 60 year old greasy wop come on to your bird while you have that horrible paranoid half cut hangover feeling is one of the least pleasant experiences I've had in a while. Luckily the food was excellent though, so I spared him. That and the fear of a mafia style reprisal.

Next up we went off to see the Borat movie?I think it's called 'Borat'. Laugh? I nearly went to Kazakhstan. High five, great success. Then off for another drink before heading home to bed.

How's that for a short postcard?

Laters all

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