Bitter but optimistic

BTW - the latest update on Biffen. He is apparently using some of his "funds" to buy building materials from a place called Fiskville and is onselling them to a builder who is renovating a child minding centre. I don't get it but Biff is very excited about the profits involved.

The wagon has derailed, however, you are correct about my victory Moonie. I haven't heard from the Peach Forest boy so I can only assume he is licking his ...err wounds and will not challenge a real farmer again.

Christ Machsy don't even mention that shite!!

No doubt I am simple minded but I am over this shite and speculation. It is BORING!!!! Please!!! Let there be an end to it!!

I believe he has some sort of foot injury.

Is Fitzy injured or does his omission reflect his place in the pecking order?

Delightfully sour, sweet.

I am trying to post a photo (780kb) but it is rejected as too large (no jokes please). Could one of you resident experts explain this please?

Dawes really didn't have much of a chance last year. He had to chase kicks halfway up the ground and when we did go forward, delivery was usually deplorable. Add to this the fact that he was swamped by defenders and it is clear why he often became frustrated. This year he at least has some classy company in the forward line and hopefully, more and improved opportunities.

Well done Steve. Moonie has nits to spare.

Have a good laugh you DH's but Uncle Bitter, as usual, was in front of the game. Being a man of the land and in touch with the elements ( and also some boy scout experiences), I anticipated inclement conditions. Therefore I had packed a large tarp 3x4 metres, so myself and my delightful company were quite cozy. Well at times a little too cozy as, despite remaining off the booze, I had rather embarrassing flatulence. Must have been the lentil salad. Forty five minutes to decamp from the carpark also put the dampener on an otherwise terrific evening.

Now who could that be? Let me think .......... hmmmm ... I've got it! Biffen!

Only one day of this February foolishness to go. Ive spent this evening wandering among my favourite bottles of Shiraz. I caressed their slender necks and playfully fondled their cute skimpy labels and ..... er well as I said one day to go. Wonder how Jizz is holding out. Can I claim a comprehensive victory for the real farmers?

I had a look at our draw a while ago and reckoned 7 wins was a good result. More than that and I'll stop wearing dresses.

The apparition in my mirror looks rather like my aunty.

Tragic. The loss of a young family member is a terrible experience for all.

I can't be anymore minimum - it wasn't meant to be a joke!

You give little thought for the poor bastards whose drinks you spill.

He's guilty of stupidity but let's see how it pans out before we start making a noose and selecting a tree.

Actually I wouldn't mind going. I'll be back on the booze with a terrible thirst so I might knock the fundraising aspect around. Then again .... I'd probably get [censored] and make a [censored] of myself. Mmmm second thoughts needed maybe. I'll see if Biffen can come up with the cash - he's currently running some scam against the health system so he may be good for it.

I'm back on the grog at one second past midnight on Saturday. As it happens, I'll be going to the Eagles concert at Hanging Rock that very same night. Just wondering if a certain winery in that vicinity has late cellar door sales?

Have a smoke to celebrate Jizz!

Your thoughts have caused me some sleeplessness Earl Hood. I have a vision of a drug crazed and rabid Biffen leading a frenzied mob of addicts,prostitutes,illegal immigrants, abused asian brides and general malcontents in trying to steal what rightly belongs to the privileged class. While the lads and I would do our bit manning the barricades, the very body odour of such a bunch of maniacal Bolshies would be overwhelming. I could respond with a shot or two of fungal infection but it would be small jam indeed if they came close enough to use their extreme halitosis. We'd be done for. I'm sure Tony has a plan for such contingencies but, if not, we'll have to look to our wise correspondent Mr Dolt . Anyway, I'm off to the club for a tonic.

Well the err ..... the old prostate is a little worse for wear dc. A question Earl Hood (just between you and me). Do these reminisces of better times help you through particularly traumatic moments when the shock and disappointment surrounding WYL's gong rears into your consciousness?

Another week and I'm back on the turps - happy days! I wonder how the Girly Farmer from Peach Forest is going?