We have returned from SLX.
- sore ear from my cold (and flying with ear infection – never have I felt such pain. Ever. I cried like a baby and people stared. But I didn’t care, because having blocked ears is like closing your eyes – no one can see you)
- sore groin from doing stunts at a late night party (The Cheese regrets his spontaneity)
- sore thigh from lawn bowls (The Squeeze does not regret learning to bowl)
- a big bag of regrets (I wish I had been well enough to acquire injuries like The Squeeze’s – but I did a lot of sitting about and talking shit. It seems that Sydneysiders do not fall for long lines of bullshit as do our Southern Cousins from Tasmania. But I tried)