Australia - Part 3

Duly refreshed they headed off for some sharpeners in the Wharf bar and then hitting the best restaurant in town, Whitewater, for a splendid feast and the finest wines. The meal was somewhat ruined however by the need to bolt it down so they could race to the nightclub to which all the long-legged beauties walking past were clearly heading.

Having joined the queue of the eye-wateringly trendy Shore club it quickly became apparent that the doormen were of the discerning type (their knuckles only just scraped the ground) and one had to pass an interview to be allowed in. Much to everyone’s surprise our subject was allowed to speak to the doorman and to even greater surprise they were let in.

A quick sambuca and soon all the dance moves were being deployed from “little fish-big fish” through to “cardboard box” and even to that most challenging of dances “bless this crowd” they set the place aflame and really impressed the locals with their array of moves and innate timing and snake-like hips (are we shure of our factsh here? – ed).

Our subject sensibly called it a night just after 0100 but the others tripped the light fantastic all the way through to chucking out time before returning to the hotel. Nigel proceeded to break into the bar and when the receptionist caught him with some bottles of beer behind the bar she called the local police on them who promptly came screaming up with the sirens blazing.

Fortunately the local boys in blue are not the brightest and through the simple medium of standing 15 metres away from the scene of their crime they foxed the fuzz.