Can’t believe is a year since the last one I said to myself as I open
the Curtains and Looked out the window at a brand new dawn.
The perfect weather for an outside Xmas Cycle Party.
Heavy rain, Hailstones 3 inch of cold slush and frozen ice underneath
it.
I strapped my chicken to the handlebars of my bike and headed off to
Aros Park
My Arse was soaking wet before Gibbo caught me up halfway down the
track and told me off for being so impatient that I could not wait for
him.
We made it ....Just!! With a
few slippy bits on the way down and when we got to the Venue the Rain
went off and the sun came out.
This was one of the best Parties ever.
It had No Sex, it had No Romance, No Dancing, But Damn !! It did
have Live Singing, Beer, Burping and a happy ending.
But most important of all Good Grub (The best cooked breakfast we have
ever had). Oh and a Big Fire.
It was great to see Gibbo back to his old pyromaniac days with Glazed
eyes and a tight set jaw.
Gibbo was in his most Cynical mood of the year .Most people where torn
to shreds and anyone in Authority who might pass would have been in
big trouble.
Seagulls, Dogs, Wood, Women, Angels but to name a few where all Torn
to shreds with great venom.
If Santa's had flown across the sky in his sledge he would have shot
him down without a moment’s hesitation.
Bryan Refuses to believe the Fire will actually go after me re-arranging his Kindling Structure.
Bryan Makes himself a seat out of the fire wood and then discovers a 6 inch nail sticking out ( I get the Blame )
Bryan tries to
put out fire with Piss but there is so much Alcohol in it that it
causes an inferno.
Again no one turned up at the party and we were left with unopened
beer and sausages and bread and Crackers. If the stripper had not
cancelled and the D J not slept in we would have been running at a big
loss...
Next year we will be taking a deposit first. |
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