The princess and myself just spent a day in Sydney on our way home from Fiji, it was nice, but 24 hours was more than long enough to embibe the ‘culture’ if you know what I mean.
We stayed in Cronulla with my friend Speg and his family; wife Caroline and daughters Milla and Isha, I hadn,t seen his arse for about 8 years so it was nice to catch up. We had a splash at Wanda, ate Mexican food at El Sol and then drank ‘beer schooners’ at Northies, the pub. On my first ever day in Oz in 1997 we went to Northies and got thrown out first of the pub, and then out of the police station. Ironically enough, I got thrown out for ‘showing signs of intoxication’ last night. It seems Broken Britain isn’t the only place where you’re not allowed to breathe or fart, Australia is something of a nanny state too.
After I got hoyed out (I was falling asleep standing up coz I’d been up since 3am) I ran back to Griggsy’s in the pissing rain and kipped on the couch. The princess was there asleep, he hadn’t made it out due to being a half man.
The boys came back sometime later and somebody got busy in the garage with a young friend on top of a boardbag. Respect.