It had been an absolute pearler of a day up at Whale Beach today. After the morning cloud cover the drizzling rain had gone all eencey weency spider and had disappeared back up the old water spout. The sun had shone its little heart out and the clear blue sky stretched itself across the horizon. Slim and Sweet-Pea had cabbed it over to Manly to their friends Tracey and Daves place. Dave,being a non drinker had then happily driven the little foursome further up the Peninsula. Jonahs restaurant was in a prime spot and looked directly down upon the beach. The food....ohhh mate...the food....it was fully choice hey cuzzy bro. Yeah no Jonahs was renowned for its modern and contemporary chique fine dining. They had an extensive wine list which initially saw a great bottle of bubbles delivered post haste to pump up the jam and get the party started. Dave was a member of the N.S.W. police force and hed just recently been awarded a medal in the Australia day honours list. Sergeant David Rose was a dead set legend and before long he and Slim were throwing back their impressions of people like Michael Caine,Kenny Everett and the entire ensemble from the riotous comedy Little Britain. Although having been treated to similar spectacles many many times before, the girls laughed out loud in all of the appropriate places. Yeah no...they were good like that. Tracey was a corporate powerhouse who through her senior government role worked in very closely with the Minister and many of the sometimes infamous N.S.W. politicians and other well known movers and shakers. The four friends had an absolute riot in the very cool and funky little restaurant and they were pretty much the last ones to leave after the lunch service. The good sergeant was even kind enough to drop them back to Casa de Farrell at Cremorne. The day had been not only a real good old fashioned hootenanny but it had also served as yet another timely reminder of the good and fortunate circumstances that the big bald headed brute called his life. Sweet-Pea was a babe,his friends....all of them wide and varied,were inspirational and real. Slim was also a lucky lucky boy in as far as his occasional capacity to blow great big wads....umm yeahh no....umm wads of cash of course mate... wads of cash. It was all about thrift and purpose......it wasnt about how much dough you made.....it was about what you did with it............. it was the grouse and always real good fun to save it up..... save it up.... save it up.... save it up some more....... and then came the great blowing of wads. Yep........Slim grinned like a lunatic as he thought about his truly charmed existence. Yeah no mate....all good......all good.
Posted on: Sat, 13 Sep 2014 09:18:00 +0000
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