japie said...
Mixed feelings about today. Decided to go for a bit of a saunter on the pushy and add a few clicks to the new velometer. Took off for Fingal bay with the thought in the back of my mind that it was likely that there would be a few bogans on the road. (They do not all live in Rockingham, we have our fair share here).
Aside from nearly being collected by a P plater,(who did not look) and having to negotiate the proletariat whilst seeking out a subway at Nelson bay I only had one bogan incident to report. Said incident consisted of a young female, (with a face like a blancmange that had been left out on the back porch in the sun since New years eve) poking her head out of the car and making a noise at me like a crow. Guess she thought she was being funny. Certainly looked funny!
However, as the evening draws to a close the neighbourhood is ringing with the calls of the inebriated. Why is it when young folk are pissed they feel the need to let everyone know?
OZ day plus gen I is drape oneself in flag and get pissed
