Ozzy, Ozzy, Ozzy, Oi, Oi, Oi

G'day mates,

Having a bonza time in Oz. After the hard yakka of moving Lisa's stuff out of the burbs and into westie with her mate's ute, we went to the bottle-o and grabbed a slab of beer for her housewarming piss-up and Thursday night. It was beaut! Everyone was pissed as farts on grog acting like drongos. Lisa's friends are kind of dags- but true blue. I had my ear bashed from all the chin wagging. On Friday we went walkabout to King George Square in the CBD of Brisbane. It was pissing down so we had buckleys of staying dry but it was apples. In the evening we went to the local Art Gallery to catch the Andy Warhol exhibit and Buck 65 concert....Bloody Ripper!! We had never heard of the bloke but he puts on a beaut show! The place was chockers and everyone was barracking fro him. We were rapt! Worth seeing if you get the chance. Yesterday (Saturday), we were up at sparrow's fart to go and have breakie at the local farmers market. We reckon it's heaps like the Willow Glen market mixed with the Chico market. It was tops! In the arvo we were flat out visiting other Brisbane suburbs and shopping for Lisa's new place. We saw heaps of Bogans but feels like we were running around for yonks and were bloody buggered. It's cleared up now and it's bloody hot, about 33 degrees C and humid. Haven't had a chance to chuck our togs on and go for a swim, but we reckon it's on the cards. Maybe later we'll fire up the barbie and have a snag or two with some dead horse.


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