Gotta lotta haters, gotta lotta homies, some are friends, some are phonies.

Steve, Chris and I drank a reasonable amount on Sunday night and had an expression session with a camera, a banana, three oddly shaped sweet potatoes, a jar of vegimite, a vacuum cleaner, and a sharp knife. The above teaser is the least incriminating in the series, the rest can be accessed in the members section of this website.

The Sydney visit was a raging success, in the sense that I aquired another 2000 FF points. The job interview was interesting... I'm reluctant to write any more about it as I really have a good half hour of juicy drivel on the topic, and will hardly do it justice here, and probably at the expense of any other breaking news. Time to use bullet points again.

• Just before I was about to drive to Melb, they asked me to do a 30-40 min seminar at the interview to around 15 people. This was great in the end, as I got to present all my you-beaut stuff. They were asking questions during the seminar, but when I dropped the big one, there was the unmistakable sound of around 15 non-tactile ejaculations. The big kahuna gave a low whistle, then asked, "So... how does it feel to discover something like that?" I had no issues with self-confidence for the remainder of the interview, which went for 4.5 hours (including an informal lunch and several coffee breaks).
  
• Wendy cooked dinner for Fi, Andy, Pete, and I on Fri night, and it rooled. She cooked beetroot curry, which is now officially my favourite food. We're finalizing a sponsorship deal, possibly a movie.
  
• Michael picked me up from the airport, and took me to Gold's gym off Oxfart st for a workout. That place is huge, with awesome machines and some rather strapping young lads.
  
• Which reminds me, I bought Chia 15 pots of Pansies to plant in her courtyard when we went to the Farmer's market.
  
• Pete's pub crawl was rather amusing, and included:
  
  
  
  • A flutter on the gee-gees in which I was relieved of five bucks by some of Pete's friends to join some sort of gambling conglomerate, and never saw it again. My second gambling experience was as crap as the first was traumatic.
    
  • Pete and his friend running up to a crazy one-legged man who was roaring incomprehensible abuse and trying to spit on them. They were yelling "fuck off, you crazy one-legged old cunt", but they assure me that this is standard practice in Glebe.
    
  • A pleasant ron-day-voo with Marcelle, and also Nik and Sal.
    
  • Pete dissapearing for the better part of two hours, where he was apparently bailed up in a hotel room with some coked-out paranoid dealer sharing his coke and orange juice.
    
  • A 375ml of Johnny Walker red label, at reasonable bottle-shop prices. This was eclipsed by Chris, Steve and I taking not only a full bottle of bourbon but also a 2L bottle of coke into a pub last night. Bar prices for coke are extortionate.
    
  
  
• A climb with Fi on the new bouldering wall, which roolz.
  

Shout out to all involved. Special thanks to Mike, Chia, Fi, and Choco, who donated their vehicles, time, and precious fuel to the worthy cause of dragging my sumptuous thighs about.