Alas...

All good things must come to an end and all spiky heathens must be near the surf so the time has come to leave Melbourne behind...

So back I go to Byron - but we're taking our time this way back; Adam, Yeremy and I shall potter our way up the east coast in The Kernel, surfing our way north, picking up Elz in Byron and continuing on to the delights of Fraser Island and the Whitsundays.

So what have I been doing the last 2 months?

Greasey's. I work there about 30 hours a week and if I'm not working I'll probably be in the bar next door. I easily spend more of my concious hours there than anywhere else and I love it. Such good people.
Xmas honestly sucked. It was cold, rainy and about 9 degrees. It was warmer in London. It even snowed upstate. We did very little as my planned gloat-fest of a beach barbecue was not going to happen, plus we were insanely hungover from xmas eve at the Espy, my home away from Greasey Joes.

New year was spot on though. Much alcohol on the beach
Followed by a nude swim with a random Canadian...
...you know it's a good night when you wake up with the number of "Naked Chris" in your phone.

Tom and Dee's day at the tennis

Product of a drunken night as usual after work at Greasey's, I found myself cold and hungover rolling down the hill to meet Dee at 10am to go to the Australian Open at the last minute.

We had entertainment while we queued for tickets

however none while we queued another hour to get into the arena since we hadn't heard of anyone in the outside courts. We got in in time to see Andy Murray play a storming close game and then Sharapova play too. Which was hilarious.



We were of course quite drunk by this point, and in addition to giggling at Sharipova we had a game of Where's Wally to play.
We decided to leave before we were kicked out and retired to a tennis themed bar in town...

..complete with lawn furniture, fake grass, tennis gear clad staff.... and a pool.
We met Anna and Rosie there before retiring back to good ol' Greasey's bar for a couple more to find a very drunken manager Steve there.

I FUNKING HATE CRICKET! With little persuasion I purchased Day 4 Melbourne Test tickets with a plan of turning up pissed let alone just getting drunk there. Oh and then guess what? WE LOSE BY AN INNINGS.

So we spent out ticket money on beer. Lots. Ended up in the Neighbours pub. I wept.