So… Here it is. The story apparently none of you have been waiting for.
Read on for the lowdown on the Christmas Spectacular that was ‘The Mooks go Golfing’…

Ok, I know I said I would probably update over xmas but I was busy drinking and eating and the like. You all know how it is.

Good morning to all those sad enough to be on the net at this time of Christmas morning. Stay tuned (all day, even if it means missing lunch/dinner with your loved ones) for a report of what ‘went down’ at the Tap Inn last night for the annual Mooks’ Christmas.

So there I was, thinking I might be able to enjoy a nice bbq at a workmates place on Saturday afternoon and then bam! I get served a rissole that was poised to damn near take my ass off. Not in a polite english “please sir, do you mind” kind of manner, more like tequila when it decides that the parties over and its leaving your body through the nearest open window.

Two weekends have passed by since I posted last, I could tell you I needed a rest last week from all the strenuous typing but I’m guessing you wouldn’t believe me. Hell, I wouldn’t believe me either.

There was a lot riding on this match against the Joes, Eeyore’s goal difference… So not really much… Just sounded like a good sentence to open with.

I ask the question because I thought it was something that needed to be asked, not because someone I know has recently acquired one and has absolutely no justification for it except for shooting stationary objects. I feel its an important question that all of us need to ask ourselves, I believe it is key to the growth of our physical being. And I want to see if anyone can actually justify it.

Travel is in the air… well if your on a plane..