Austalia - Part 12

With the gang safely ashore a heavy night on the turps was dialled in with Glenn heading off up north tomorrow. Matters kicked off with supper in a local Thai place that rather oddly had no alcohol having sold out. Judging by the state of most of the locals that does not surprise us.

No booze was bad enough but starters out of the microwave really did leave them chuntering away but at least the chef came through at the last minute with some decent and fresh mains.

Sustenance acquired they headed off to Magnums full of confidence and cheer. Magnums itself was full of drunks and beer; along with a live performer who was not actually too pony.

Sitting next to them was a group of English including a poor girl being frankly mauled by a mildly tipsy local. Our subject suggested as a saving technique to her that she and Glenn should swap seats and see what happened. They did and it became apparent that the local was a little more than tipsy - he did not notice the switch, a lucky break for Glenn although strangely he did not think so.

With the drunk thrown out for over-aggressive fondling of Glenn they stepped up the pace with a quick cheeky round (or three) of Sambucas before moving onto Beaches.

Finally they got to talk to some passable girls and our subject impressed all by doing his usual and falling asleep. He was duly red carded home. Nigel quickly followed suit having thrown a pint all down himself and being unwilling to squelch around stinking of beer all night although, as that is what almost everyone else was doing, we do not quite understand why.

Meanwhile Boris and Glenn set the world alight tripping the light fantastic and throwing their impressive shapes before stumbling back in around 0330 and waking everyone else up.

Fortunately for Glenn, Nigel awoke at 0845 just in time to wake Glenn up from his very sound and not very sober slumber to dash to make his Greyhound at 0910 up to Cairns. We pity whoever has 12 hours sitting next to him on that trip.