Wednesday, January 27, 2010

The Christmas Party

Once up on a time Rodderick Blanchard had a lovely little house on a suburban street with a big back yard. He decided to hold a party - a Christmas party.

"Who shall I hold a party for?" Rod asked himself. Thinking "yes" I shall use the shortened form of my very long name for the rest of this fairy tale.

"I could hold it for the car club I'm currently the King of He mused to himself or I could hold it for the curry dinner club people," he thought.

He then grabbed a glass of ruby red current juice and wandered into his big backyard with the lawn and nice roses.

On the lawn Rod noticed a frog. A big fat frog. The frog croaked and then jumped away out of our story.

Then Rod had a 'Eureka' moment. (Man in bath tub discovering the displacement of volume, not the stockade type Eureka moment.)

"I could hold the party for both the curry and the car people."

And so He did. He decorated his back yard in the finest fashion befitting the style of the season and everyone came along and they all had a lovely lovely time. And here's the pictures from it . . .


Now this is Rod's big back yard. Big enough to hold a little car and several thousand 'borrowed' signs. Isn't it pretty!


At the party people talked . . .


. . . they posed for photos and smiled politely . . .


. . . they pointed at things . . .


. . . and drank champagne because that is a stoffisticated party drink . . .


. . . and posed for photos a bit more . . .


. . . and wore silly head ornamentation . . .


. . . and wore marvellous magical cloaks . . .


. . . that held secrets only the initiated could understand . . .


. . . and people tried to decipher the meaning thereof . . .


. . . and the posing people got in another shot . . .


. . . and people stood around and chatted and didn't complain . . .


. . . and much information, gossip and inuendo was exchanged . . .


. . . and the camera hogs stood in front of the camera again . . .


. . . and Rod met a giant . . .


. . . a very cute, hunky sort of giant . . .


. . . and . . .


. . . people looked on . . .


. . . and some saw the hazards ahead . . .


. . . while other were distracted by chatter and magic . . .


. . . and then people looked at things . . .


. . . and Rod pointed . . .


. . . and people ate . . .


. . . and they stood around . . .


. . . and they ate . . .


. . . and sat . . .


. . . and sat . . .


. . . and decided to not go over 30 . . .


. . . and Rod made a fine speech in which he said many things . . .


. . . and then some people decided to get into a car all together at once . . .


. . . and then they got out again (some visiting the chiropractor the next day) . . .



. . . and then they toasted to good health and a happy 2010.

And everyone lived happily ever after.

The End.

Monday, January 18, 2010

The Non-Beach Run

"And Lo and Behold Dids't the Qcar people Declare and Aver that they would hold a Beach Run in Mid Summer. They hopethed for a warm and Sunny Day but Yea and Verily it dideth not occur. And Lo the sun refusedeth to shineth and didst the Wind decide to bloweth and so didst the organisers say "Fuck it - Lets go to the pub" whereupon verily didst the Congregated Congregation go to said Pub and Delight in its Pubiness."

The Prophecies of McKillop Under the Influence Chapter 12.2 verses 14.666 - 17.834

As the sun did not shine and it was pretty cold so we decided not to go to the beach. We had met at Ruby's in Stirling and had intended to head to North Maslin's Beach for a sand castle building competition and a picnic. Instead we went for a magical mystery tour of the Adelaide Hills.

First stop was Mount Bold Reservoir. We arrived at 3.45pm and the gates shut at 4pm. We had a very quick stop, look and fag (for those interested in cancer sticks) and then headed off towards Kangarilla but not before being nearly closed in by the over-enthusiastic gate-keeper.

We then headed towards Meadows and Macclesfield where we de-camped and enjoyed a bevvy or two with the Three Brothers and their Arms. We also witnessed a fine architectural discourse on the building of a ruin from Robyn ably assisted by Julie. They were rewarded with spontaneous applause and they didst please our saint in waiting so much that a gift parcel containing her favourite tipple among other things did suddenly and mysteriously appear unto them.

From thence we took various scenic routes to the fabled magnificence of Chateau Glenunga where the picnic finally took place.



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At Mount Bold with David and Julie and a bit of Lucy. Peter and Sal in the background.



"Poorly planned"
"Badly organised"
'What a shit run"
"Can't even get the weather right"
"Pfft"

Robyn, Peter, Brian and Sal exchange pleasantries.




"You draw first Clint"
"No you draw first Brent"
"Okay on the count of three we blow away that tiny red Eastern European Nikki cockroach!"




Brett didn't realise his drink was actually milk.
"Insert name here" ________ and Alexander smile knowingly.
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At the Three Brothers Arms.



Robyn and Julie present the biggest architectural project since the Burj Dubai.



Rod, "Insert name here" ________ ,Brett and Bryan enjoy the deck at the Chateau.



Din dins at the Chateau. *Add your own chomping, chewing and yummy sounds*

QCar Summer Party Beach Run