Wrong, wrong, Minh Xuong.

For reasons known only to a relatively unknown oriental deity, the humble proprietors of the chinese restaurant, Minh Xuong, have seen fit to adorn the condiment dispensers with uh, jackets, made out of the fingers of a pink rubber gloves. Much to our delight.





Whoo-ee. Too much action and adventure to report. I went to Melb on Saturday night, as Choco thought it was imperative that I see "Rocky Horror Picture Show", which I've never seen before as an unexpected consequence of playing 'truth or dare' in grade five. We popped out to go to the bottle-oh under the understanding (pretence?) of returning soon to watch said fillum. However, we were waylaid by the bright lights and mesmeritic sounds of brain cells vaporising at his local pub. So we, being sticklers for tradition, snuck in a bottle of Beam, drank the whole thing while playing pool, and headed home at closing time, fabulously drunk. He insisted that we watch the movie, but once again that enormous projector-screen telly of his got the better of me. That thing just makes me violently ill when I've had a few. I was trying to watch it out of one eye while holding my head in my hands, but Choco was bothering me with all this are-you-all-right-mate business. Eventually his snickering got the better of me and I went off and slept in my clothes on top of my bed. Amazingly, I was heard to say after the shower the following day: "I feel like a billion dollars, let's go play squash".

Katie and her henchwomen, Greta and Lauren, had their boozy floozy celebrated the Queen's birthday long weekend in Melbourne. So Choco and Steve and I headed over to their posh hotel in Sth Yarra, to find the ladies rolling drunk at the hotel bar. Their irrepressible 110 decibel laughter drove off all the other patrons. We summoned a maxi taxi and headed off to Revolver.

to be continued...