Yonks ago in 1967 serving time at the Penola Penitentary I read a sort of a you beaut book by old mate Charles Dickens call Great Expectations. With Memorys Pies playing Kongorong I had similar aspirations. I reckon the book version was better.
Bad kicking had a bit to do with it but the hawks showed more endeavour and once again we were as flat as a tack. The side missed Schnitz who was collecting coconuts in Bananaland. Mike Durbs went down early and didn’t get up. The honeymoon can’t be over as old father in law Slogger hovered around the boy during last rites from Swanee Opie.
Great win but, by young Cans Bees. Especially with a few blokes out. Joffa’s lovechild Socksy was busy blowing out his daughters candles to miss the boat. His cuz Stonehenge got fitted out at Crouchy’s corner sports store for a spare everything to have a run (and a huff & puff – I think I can, I think I can) on Footy Park for the first time in years.
About the only good story to come out of the day was Timmy Ellis gracing the ground albeit as runner good to see the boy on the way back!
Big news down the main drag during the week was the high fives from Ma and Pa Dowdell and Great Gran Guvs with Tennile looking like adding another branch to the tree. Word has it that Fig held his breath and uttered a silent hail Mary when Kerry told him she was going to be a Granny. Rest easy old fella (for now!)
Prominent citizen and former refo chaser Rear Admiral Boyd found himself back on the frontline when he took 10 shots out of a bunker (of the golfing variety) before fluking the rest of the course and getting another headline in the Penola Pennant. Same course different hole nephew Brody got in a sticky situation.
Lance Armstrong he’s not. The easyrider from Tumberumba Mad Mick had a bit of trouble getting home from the Hilton. Not long out of his trainer wheels the boys Malvern star threw him a few times before making its own way home, leaving our champ in the Rear Admirals gutter.
I don’t know what the lifespan of a Moth is but that big bastard in KaDoo seems to be slowing down. Game of cards at Opie Castle Casino and he flaps off at 1.30am. 4.30am to 5am is its average take off time. Perhaps Tracy brandishing a 4 X 2 with a 6 inch nail in the end helped but as Thorny and Pratty were heard to say – ‘this bloke’s only a cabbage moth’ An F Aller!
Young Thorn Dog didn’t take long to pick up the planking craze ‘plonking’ himself down on the clubs drinking table after training. The trend continued on the bye weekend as Walks (responsible elder?) headed off with Thorndog, Leadfoot, Kramo and Brody to Warracknabeal to check out Boyd’ys big blister (Brody mum) and family
The Kalangadoo ambassadors didn’t leave much unplanked on the 540 km return trip. Highlights included Walks planking on an 80 year old Sheila called Jill. Thorndog playing 2 holes of nude golf at the sheep hills golf course and getting hosed out of his swag. Leadfoot defying gravity, planking on top of a 60foot high silo – don’t try this at home kids. And having a bad bout of car sickness on the way home. Krammo came out of Macca’s in Horsham showing the local girls his whopper or was it only a quarter pounder (or is that Hungry Jacks) anyhow the mobile phone footage is a hoot! The old pirate reckons he has seen bulk Plankton on his whale watching expeditions. So there!
Richmond reject Rear Admiral Boyd disagrees with Charles Darwin theory on evolution after the Power turned the lights off his beloved tigers.
Local erector Phil shows his face. Apparently the Saints won a game or two.
And one to finish the week: Front bar philosopher Johnny Guvs, a serious thinker after a few cans, let it be known that more people get killed falling off donkeys than plane crashes, Google it he reckons.
Iron Gut / Car Trial tomorrow. Great prizes to be had in a fantastic family day.
Last Modified on 20/04/2012 12:59