Neil's Stag weekend - Saturday afternoon
Saturday 1st April 2006
Now when I woke up this morning and Neil said to me that we're off on the beer, my first reaction was to turn round and say:
'Fack orf mate, it's April Fools innit'
But nope, it ain't and Neil is mustard keen to drink more beer and stuff - can you believe this man?! Anyway, after a slow start I managed to pull myself together and unlike last week, made sure that I had breakfast! After a considerable amount of faffing on my part and lots of:
'I'm soooo not up for this.....'
We were finally waiting for one of Neil's good mates, Rod, who was driving down from 'Ooop Nor' somewhere! I was starting to get itchy feet when a white Ute turns the corner - apparently Rod drives one of these and so there we are, arms a waving as there's a parking spot RIGHT outside Peels house. As the Ute approaches, I'm asking:
'Does Rod have a white beard...?' and 'Is Rod about 70...?'.
Of course, it's Mr A. N. Other! Goodness knows what he thought seeing us there waving madly at him! Anyway, Rod is hot on this lads heels so he parks up and we're off to Da Rocks. When I first came to Fostralia (mate), I met Neil for the first time and we had a right old knee's-up in the Rocks so am looking forward to it. BIG TIME!
Our first port of call is a cheeky little boozer called 'The Palisade Hotel' and apparently Scott will be in here from Midday - so when we turf up at 3PM I'm expecting to see Scott wrestling a serviette to the floor following last nights consumption!! This is allegedly one of Sydney's oldest pubs and has an awesome view from the roof top garden. Me, I loved it when we walked in - seemed a proper spit and sawdust pub - the only downer were the Fruities that were knocking out their annoying facking tunes. Also, there were a couple there having photo's - if you look closely on the left, you'll see the 2 Jags (nope - not Prescott) parked up outside - you can also see Neil stalking determinedly to his objective! Note the white t-shirt with no writing on. Duane had the great idea of writing onto the shirt Neil's various (nefarious) activities which he would, at some point during the day / night, have to carry out - but more of that later....
This is us on our first pint and guess what..... No Scott - not surprising considering the state of us all last night!! This pint was HARD HARD HARD to drink, let me tell ya - so I had to help it along with a cheeky whisky from my hip flask! I've discovered a kindred spirit in Rod - who loves the stuff - the beginning of a beautiful friendship!
L-R: Duane, Carlton, Peel, Resches, Tooheys and the Rodster.
So there we are, enjoying our first sherbet (which to me felt like I was drinking razor blades!) when out comes the Bride and hops onto one of the pokies and starts playing - way ta go - the Hubby better make sure he keeps her housekeeping money to a minimum!!
This picture turned up on my camera, apparently some of the local fauna and a favourite pastime of Oldies the World over - net curtain twitching. Mind you, made me think of LG and the 'Woman in the Red Dress'! Nick will appreciate the obscure music reference anyway!
Notice the period style lamp-posts... great huh?!
So, after a difficult pint there, during which Scott and Adrian turn up, sporting the dark glasses, bleary eyes and singularly monosyllabic conversation indicative of a heavy sesh the previous night, we move onto our next port of call - 'The Lord Nelson'...!
No shit Sherlock - the pubs around here are wonderfully named - there's a boozer called the 'Hero of Waterloo' here too apparently!! Aussie culture is alive and kicking! I can't wait....
This boozer ('The Lord Nelson') is ace and we manage to snaffle a seat for us all just after we get in. The other winner is that the pub has a lovely long list of guest ales and we start off with the aptly named '3 sheets'. I was certainly on my way to being 3 sheets to the wind! Does anyone know the history behind the phrase? Is it meaning in a heavy storm and 3 mainsails have broken (thus one is 'wrecked') or does it mean that it's windy enough to hoist the 3 main sails and thus you're speeding away to (getting wrecked???!!).
Just googled it:
'A sheet is the line which controls a sail. If all three lines are not secured, the ship is out of control or uncontrollabe (sic - Ed) because there is no wind in the sails.'
As I'm a Captain - I should know that....???
So here are the protangonists then:
L-R: Duane, The Captain, Rodster, Scott, Adrian (the soul mannnnn....) and of course the Goom - Peel!
About ten minutes after this, I learn a wonderful story about Neil and the Aussie Jerry Springer show but I can't remember ALL the details.... Never mind, it was good!
7PM: Off to the Lowenbrau.... You coming?!
Now when I woke up this morning and Neil said to me that we're off on the beer, my first reaction was to turn round and say:
'Fack orf mate, it's April Fools innit'
But nope, it ain't and Neil is mustard keen to drink more beer and stuff - can you believe this man?! Anyway, after a slow start I managed to pull myself together and unlike last week, made sure that I had breakfast! After a considerable amount of faffing on my part and lots of:
'I'm soooo not up for this.....'
We were finally waiting for one of Neil's good mates, Rod, who was driving down from 'Ooop Nor' somewhere! I was starting to get itchy feet when a white Ute turns the corner - apparently Rod drives one of these and so there we are, arms a waving as there's a parking spot RIGHT outside Peels house. As the Ute approaches, I'm asking:
'Does Rod have a white beard...?' and 'Is Rod about 70...?'.
Of course, it's Mr A. N. Other! Goodness knows what he thought seeing us there waving madly at him! Anyway, Rod is hot on this lads heels so he parks up and we're off to Da Rocks. When I first came to Fostralia (mate), I met Neil for the first time and we had a right old knee's-up in the Rocks so am looking forward to it. BIG TIME!
Our first port of call is a cheeky little boozer called 'The Palisade Hotel' and apparently Scott will be in here from Midday - so when we turf up at 3PM I'm expecting to see Scott wrestling a serviette to the floor following last nights consumption!! This is allegedly one of Sydney's oldest pubs and has an awesome view from the roof top garden. Me, I loved it when we walked in - seemed a proper spit and sawdust pub - the only downer were the Fruities that were knocking out their annoying facking tunes. Also, there were a couple there having photo's - if you look closely on the left, you'll see the 2 Jags (nope - not Prescott) parked up outside - you can also see Neil stalking determinedly to his objective! Note the white t-shirt with no writing on. Duane had the great idea of writing onto the shirt Neil's various (nefarious) activities which he would, at some point during the day / night, have to carry out - but more of that later....
This is us on our first pint and guess what..... No Scott - not surprising considering the state of us all last night!! This pint was HARD HARD HARD to drink, let me tell ya - so I had to help it along with a cheeky whisky from my hip flask! I've discovered a kindred spirit in Rod - who loves the stuff - the beginning of a beautiful friendship!L-R: Duane, Carlton, Peel, Resches, Tooheys and the Rodster.
So there we are, enjoying our first sherbet (which to me felt like I was drinking razor blades!) when out comes the Bride and hops onto one of the pokies and starts playing - way ta go - the Hubby better make sure he keeps her housekeeping money to a minimum!!
This picture turned up on my camera, apparently some of the local fauna and a favourite pastime of Oldies the World over - net curtain twitching. Mind you, made me think of LG and the 'Woman in the Red Dress'! Nick will appreciate the obscure music reference anyway!Notice the period style lamp-posts... great huh?!
So, after a difficult pint there, during which Scott and Adrian turn up, sporting the dark glasses, bleary eyes and singularly monosyllabic conversation indicative of a heavy sesh the previous night, we move onto our next port of call - 'The Lord Nelson'...!
No shit Sherlock - the pubs around here are wonderfully named - there's a boozer called the 'Hero of Waterloo' here too apparently!! Aussie culture is alive and kicking! I can't wait....
This boozer ('The Lord Nelson') is ace and we manage to snaffle a seat for us all just after we get in. The other winner is that the pub has a lovely long list of guest ales and we start off with the aptly named '3 sheets'. I was certainly on my way to being 3 sheets to the wind! Does anyone know the history behind the phrase? Is it meaning in a heavy storm and 3 mainsails have broken (thus one is 'wrecked') or does it mean that it's windy enough to hoist the 3 main sails and thus you're speeding away to (getting wrecked???!!).
Just googled it:
'A sheet is the line which controls a sail. If all three lines are not secured, the ship is out of control or uncontrollabe (sic - Ed) because there is no wind in the sails.'
As I'm a Captain - I should know that....???
So here are the protangonists then:L-R: Duane, The Captain, Rodster, Scott, Adrian (the soul mannnnn....) and of course the Goom - Peel!
About ten minutes after this, I learn a wonderful story about Neil and the Aussie Jerry Springer show but I can't remember ALL the details.... Never mind, it was good!
7PM: Off to the Lowenbrau.... You coming?!
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