Well I survived the road trip with Moonie - just!
 
	I have to say that these Greenies certainly show their true (un green) colours when out and about.
 
	It only took 6 or maybe 8 pots of beer before Moonie starting harassing a group of innocents who were unfortunate enough to be seated in front of us. However, in all generosity I dismissed that anti social behaviour as a reaction to the shitty football result.
 
	The best was yet to come.
 
	I foolishly took Moonie to a halfway decent restaurant in Kingston. While perusing  the menu, Moonie was quaffing reds at a furious rate ...and ... after some time, gave the waitress quite detailed sotto voce instructions.
 
	Well the meal that subsequently arrived would have challenged a starving T-Rex. It was a mountainous platter loaded with the remains of just about every unfortunate critter I could imagine. "Vego"  Moonie ripped into it while simultaneously pouring down sufficient red to douse a bushfire.
 
	Just when I didn't imagine it could get any worse, Moonie decided to join a nearby group who were celebrating a birthday. "Join" is inaccurate - he decided to be MC.
 
	He led several renderings of "happy birthday" and gave, some rather "familiar"  hugs ( read feel ups) to all present females.
 
	I managed to drag him out before the police were called only to have him abuse and vilify an unfortunate taxi driver. It cost me a substantial tip to soothe that matter.
 
	I dumped the drunken sot at the hotel and went to visit some respectable associates at Fyshwick.
 
	FMD!