Well times must be getting tough at the Wildcat Clubhouse on a Friday night. Either that or the types of beverages being consumed are causing more erratic behaviour than normal. Actually I think it safe to say we can blame Squarky. It’s not that we’re pisspots who drink all our grog and then go looking for whatever else is around. Hummmmm.

Blaming Squarky sounds like a much better excuse. He likes to try all different sorts of spirits and liquers. The only problem is that he never actually finishes a bottle and then leaves them at the clubhouse.   A session of shots finished off all the leftovers.

Well as can be seen, the results aren’t pretty.

I suppose the old saying; “if it doesn’t move kick it”, applies here.  The post gives a new meaning to ready, set, go.  The bike had a flat battery but Santa and Stephen didn’t.   The mower worked but Tallie was getting a bit sluggish and had a problem with the ignition. KB was there though to lend a helping hand.  

There is nothing like grown men playing chasies around the backyard, in the dark, with the rest of us totally out of control laughing. A couple of near misses but all OK in the end.   Unbeknowns to me I hadn’t disengaged the mower blades when I used it last.   Don’t worry, Tallie didn’t have his feet down long enough to cut anything.   The lawn looked a bit weird though.

Most of us made it home and into bed.   Some (not dobbing Tallie in) however made it home but not into bed.   Ask Kb to show and tell!!!!   Heaven only knows what will happen during the next slow Friday night but I’ll have the camera ready.

Squarky is into Frigite rum at the moment so that should be really interesting!!!!!    My mind boggles.

Slip