Friday, July 27, 2007

So Tomorrow is Fishman's birthday...

and we're getting together at his house on Saturday night for a few cups of tea and some scones around the campfire, to sing "Koombayah" and talk about the weather, shopping, babies, and so on. The typical things that one does at these occasions, right?

Not a fuck...we're going to Fishman's house, to eat great big fuckin' steaks, chops and piles of ribs (no poofter salads for real men), drink his wine collection, talk about past fishing trips, plan our next fishing trip, raid his pub, talk lots of shit, burn big fuckin' patches in the lawn with the sparks and embers from the brazier, piss and puke in Fishwoman's rosebeds, piss the neighbours off with loud music, and just generally make his life a living hell for a few hours until we've either passed out or had enough fun at his expense and tell the wife to "Take me home, Betty" while her name is really Steph.

I could pull a nasty and publish his address here (or even a map), making it one of the biggest internet-initiated street parties of all time, but that would be a friendship-limiting move, wouldn't it?

For a price, maybe...    :-)

5 comments:

Daxk said...

Hey Steven,Stumbled on your and fishmans blogs by accident.
Absolute pleasure, bud.
Stayed down the road from you in Midrand from when it was still halfway house,rode the Quarry and the river below Buccleuch.
Done Sani and Lesotho umpteen times, some in snow on Scramblers, some in low range.
Millstream and Dullies , (sigh)
Thanks for a call back the past moment.Quietly sitting here and remembering the Himeville arms,Dullstroom Inn and all the pubs around you in Woodmead and Midrand.
Regards
Dax in Ireland

Wreckless Euroafrican said...

Hey boet, thanx for the invite.... NOT!

Salagatle!

Jeannine said...

I missed Fishman's birthday???

This is what happens when one is out traversing the wilderness with no cell phone reception and only a relative's pathetically slow dial up internet connection. I have been sooooo out of the loop.

Fishman said...

Dammit I felt pretty good yesterday! Massive headache sore body, coughing (smoked to much)...

So we can call it a succes!

Divemaster GranDad said...

Fishman...it was a resounding success. I was totally useless yesterday, spent most of it in front of the TV... :-)