These are the good old days.

Update II - with extra herp: Something stung Choco during our spearfishing jaunt, and now he has forehead herp. It may be due to a bluebottle, or some yellowtail.



Update: It looks like we have ourselves an Australian Salmon, which I've been authoratively informed isn't much chop on the dinnerplate. We shall see.



Choco graced us with his looming presence yesterday, so I took the arvo off and we went spearfishing at Maroubra. We were bobbing about aimlessly, when a simply enormous school of the above fish (Kingfish? Not sure) swum past. Choco handed me the gun, for reasons I don't entirely fathom, and I popped down a few metres and snagged the nearest one. Altogether too easy.

Riding on that success, we headed to the gym, where some guy was being hauled off in an ambulance after dropping some weights on his face (I presume). To top off our action-adventure afternoon, we headed down Norton st. I was heading for the cheapest pasta place on the street when Chris announced that his work was going to generously pay for our meal, using his corporate Diner's Card. I promptly made an about turn, and headed for a good restaurant. We had:

• A bottle of Rose wine
  
• Char-grilled octopus salad
  
• A dozen oysters Kilpatrik
  
• Seafood Paella
  
• Chicken and pine nuts Penne
  
• A shot of Grappa each to cleanse the palate
  
• Warm, sticky, date... pudding.
  
• ... and a coffee.
  

The last three items were only ordered after the waiter expressed surprise that we managed to get through the first items, in order to demonstrate our commital to all forms of excess. Afterwards, we were both so full we couldn't even summon the energy to drink the night away, and headed to bed after a few half-hearted games of pool.

Altogether a raging success.