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Ash, the unburnable solid remains of a fire; or the residual debris produced by incineration. Or, in cricketing terms, the satirical obituary proclaiming the apparent death of cricket and the Ashes being taken to Australia in 1882. Thereby known as The Ashes.

England vs Australia, a great cricketing rivalry which has always held strong regardless of the performance of either team. In recent times the Australian team has been more arrogant and parochial than anything else but still dominant across the planet.

The latest series started yesterday at the Gabba in Brisbane and currently the Australian’s are looking fairly healthy. Let’s see if we can win the title back.

The Snake Pit and EFM Dinner
On the Saturday just gone (18th Nov), I went from the dizzying low’s of being thoroughly exhausted to the dizzying high’s of being excruciatingly drunk. All good things. In the morning I continued my bootcamp workout (which finishes this Saturday I might add) and this fine morning we took part in the aptly named “Snake Pit”. For your information, the snake pit is down at Larg’s Bay and is next to the Police Graduation ground. It’s a demoralising piece of ground designed only to destroy your will while it replaces it with the lack of ability to breathe and a burning sensation in both legs.

It’s basically a pit, a bit of grass in the middle surrounded by sand leading outwards and upwards. There is a winding track through the sand on the outside and if your immediate thought as soon as I’ve described it is “doesn’t sound hard”, then I will quite happily lead you down there for a run through it. It seems this pit claims victims on a daily basis, people unaware of its personality and tendency to lull softly with sweet words and promises before snatching their will away along with the ability to walk unassisted.

If you think you’re fit, run through the snake pit and it will prove you wrong. Regardless of how much you’re the man.

After we’d done that, I rested. I needed the rest because I was to be drinking that night with a gaggle of people from the gym. It was EFM’s xmas dinner. We started at Boho in Unley for some drinks, then ended up at the Moroccan Cashbah across the road for dinner. It was there that I used fermented grapes like an abseiler would use rope, to descend off the cliff of sobriety and into the murky depths of the land of drunk. What a fun trip it was.

I think I drank about 6 different types of wine, all good from what I can remember.

There were awards, belly dancers, drinking, eating, drinking and merriment had by all. At least I think by all, mostly by me and that’s all that really matters.

I managed my way back to Nicole’s place with a taxi driver that either didn’t realise I was munted or didn’t care and wanted someone to talk to. I subsequently woke Nicole up when I got to her place and then collapsed on the bed to sleep for a couple of hours before needing to get up again to be at a tournament.

The Last Day of Under 25′s
Well, the title’s fairly self-explanatory, it was the last day, the master’s, the best of the best, etc, etc. It all went well and Spence and I again had a fantastic day. Good attitudes from all the competitors and officials helped to make this one of the best seen for a few years and even after all that I expect next year to be bigger. If any of the competitors read this, thank you for making it so much fun for us too.

Sports and some more drinking
Tonight, along with more EFM people, I will be partaking in some beach volleyball in Mawson Lakes. We’ve been having a bit of a challenge in the last couple of weeks and tonight’s the final of it. A BBQ and Volleyball night will ensue. I’ve been going to training for volleyball in the city for the past couple of weeks so I’m keen to show off my slight increase in skill. Should be fun. Tomorrow night will bring about a gathering for Yasmin, she has a birthday next week and tomorrow night is to help celebrate this inevitable event, it will probably end with her being frightfully drunk off champagne and I have to take her home. Not that I’m being psychic or anything, I just know.

Good afternoon to you all, if I think of something else I’ll put it up here.