SPONTANEITY IS THE SPICE OF LIFE, OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT . . . . AFTER YET ANOTHER WEEK OF DRIZZLING RAIN AND ORDINARY WEATHER SUNDAY DAWNED CLEAR AND BRIGHT . . . . TOOK MY 88 YEAR OLD MUM TO CHURCH AND PICKED HER UP, NORMALLY SHE LIKES TO CATCH A CAB, MAKES HER FEEL INDEPENDENT . . . . DON THE FULLFACE, ON THE SICKLE AND SURGE SOUTH AT A STEADY 120/130 . . . . GOOD FRIENDS, CONVERSATION, BEER, PIZZA, HOME, DONE.

THIS IS THE REAL AUSTRALIA, LEAVE YOUR PRETENSIONS AND BIG CITY 'TUDE AT THE DOOR . . . . YEAH, JUST BLOODY PERFECT . . . . GROOVIN, ON A SUNDAY AFTERNOON. 

 CHOOK DOESN'T COMPREHEND THE CONCEPT OF PHOTOS, THE SISTAS DO

 STANDING, SITTING, TALKING AND LISTENING, THE LAST OF THE OLD SCHOOL BEER GARDENS

 SUNDOWN IN BRUNS TOWN, THERE'S A MOON IN THE SKY CALLED THE MOON

 A COOL TREAT, A COUPLE OF FAGS AND A BLOODY GOOD CHAT

PARK IT WHERE YOU CAN, YOU 'RIDE' A BIKE AND YOU 'DRIVE' A CAR