Sunday, August 24, 2008

Magnetic Island.

Rachael and I headed to Magnetic Island for a weekend away. The weather fined up and we had the beaches pretty much to ourselves.

Balding Bay.






Horseshoe Bay at night after our fantastic steaks at the Marlin Pub.

Our special little Moke, complete with cupid painted on the bonnet.

Picnic Bay, with Townsville in the distance.

And a quick walk up to the Sphynx, a mountain just behind our hotel.

Saturday, August 9, 2008

Back from Scandinavia!

Just some teasers until I get time to write the whole thing up and post the rest of the pics.









Friday, July 4, 2008

Elvis Lives.

End of course function. Lots of hair, lots of alcohol and lots of karaoke!!!!

Some State Of Origin footy on the verandah.


Fueling my addiction, to Black Russians.

My new Thai friend Amontep.

A rare view from the couch, recovering I suppose.

Blue Steel, way before Zoolander.
I was born fifty years too late!!!



Alone in the toilets with a camera....

And finally, my best Jimmy Barnes impersonation!!!

Melbourne and the Casino Royale.

Headed up to Melbourne to catch up with the guys.

And what better way to start a night than with some eel filets and warm Sake?

Then some veeery nice beer at a place that has shunned the concept of shelves in favour of ocky straps.

A HUGE night was had by myself and Tom, so it was a Saturday afternoon ride for me. I was smart enough to pike on the morning ride, unlike Tom, who had a less than enjoyable experience.



Then Saturday night it was Casino Royal at Victoria Barracks O's Mess.

A quick google search for tie tying instructions and we were on our way.

Langers looking thoughtful and poker faced, although Kat takes the prise on being the most poker faced, or is that bored?

And Tomas doing the hard yards on a single mum!!!


All cashed up!!!

Steenkin' smokers!!!



Too many Black Russians with fresh cream and everything became lop-sided, blurry and light sensitive...

And Tom turned into a super hero (powers yet to be determined).


Everything shuts early in Melbourne so it was Hungry Jacks and drunken roaming 'til a taxi found us and delivered us home to Richmond.




Then it was a train back to Albury. All in all a very successful weekend, requiring substantial rehabilitation.