Bless me father, its been two weeks since my last confession. Oops, definitely the wrong place for divine intervention, maybe a cursory nod or a bit of a “well done” from the big man but thats about it. Just doesn’t seem like his style.

Well, It’s been a while since my first and only official post, so I thought I should bring you all up to date on my life since then. Not much has happened. But read on anyway! Or else…

i havent posted in a while as im sure you are all aware, and if not you need a smack up side of the head for not noticing the great one wasnt here, but im back for a short while and im here to please.. myself that is anyway. the name of this post has no relevance to what i will write about but read on and you will see why i have chosen to use it..

In a bit of a break with tradition, this title has some continuity with my two part cliffhanger a couple of weeks ago. Thats about the only continuity though, unless you count it being filled to the brim with crap and stupid things.

BBQ Etiquette, its an important topic. One we should all take notice of. Join me as I expose the nuances of what is a large part of the Australian lifestyle. Oh yea, Spence had a birthday too. Yay for him.

Strap yourselves in for the Eeyore report from… Er… 2 weeks ago I think… And when I can think about it without getting violent, I’ll do the report from the Donkey’s first loss under new management… That’s right, loss…

Well, if you haven’t read yesterday’s Part 1 then you’d best catch yourself right up otherwise you won’t know what the fuck is going on.

It’s been a bit of an active week here at the Fatloaf headquarters. In more ways than one and with a variety of people. Normally the way it goes I suppose.

In other news, tell the fuhrer I said hi.