Holy negus upon high

This picture gets a look-in because in order to post it I had to take out a table of Degus for the power supply in this downtown RSL, nokidnao, d u?

p.s. That's pretty sweet, actually. There's a trivia night here, and the last question was: "What characterises someone you would refer to as monogamous?". The dudes on the table next to me put down: "Only has one ball". zing!

back west

Lidcombe is ridiculous. Walking around the suburban streets, avoiding church, every 2 minutes or so some dude(s) appear behind me out of nowhere, then disappear.
There are 5 bars on 2 blocks, but I'm dressed like a clod - bottom half of one suit, top half of another - so can't enter any of them. I go back to the car to suckle a water bottle partly filled with scotch and start the drive home. Almost there, I feel very strong pangs of nostalgia. Is it the scotch? The Sefton Playhouse (on Clapham rd., negus!)? Or the kebab shop where D'oOley ate 2 family pides and a kebab to show Kadir that he was the biggest man in the best kebab shop in town.
I think it's D'oOley.

kraut kraut kraut kraut kraut kraut CLOD

two new krauts which means I'll have to do twice as much gnashing they are such clods sitting on their goddamn facebook all day holy shit and I used to use one of their computers for printing now I am sitting here reading excel spreadsheets on the screen like an IDIOT.