October was a time for camping, car crashes and karaoke. Nick conclusively proved that high pitched whining tones can not be minimised merely by sagging on the floor under a table.
John conclusively proved that he is braver than Matt, who in turn is braver than Richard. But is Richard sneakier than all of us? (SR building singage original survaillance footage- unpublished.)
In November, Kate ‘won’ Idol, Makybe Diva won Melbourne Cup No.3 and the Socceroos qualified for the only true world sporting event (Olumpics aside). Richard got a new job, I got a filling, my Mum broke her leg and Mattess broke with tradition attending the controversial evening of prawns under the shelter of our great bridge- the stark physical divide between the House of Chicken and associated campuses and the lazy buggers on the other side. I believe it was that night that Matten got really really smashed. Anyone remember?
December brought a bevy of sensuous luxuries- cocktails, more crepes, a girls’ night, Gretta’s famed Fruit Mince Tarts. The Bron came back, Jenny went to Sweden and Richard found religion (or just a new favourite menu item). We were treated to more of the curious weekend adventures of the Fligret and the chilly northern travels of the Shohn.
And so ends the great year of 2005. It shakes our hands, takes its coat and hat, eyes off the bottle of Cab Sav it brought that was not opened, and out it goes. In its wake, another year issues in and with it the hope and fear that can only be realised by another 12 months of life for the great SRF.
Over and out.
Happy New Year!!!
4 comments:
Yes. I am stuck at work with loads of time on my hands.
Its amazing how 4 short months have seen so much activity.
I guess we just wait and see what 2006 brings us! Should be a fun ride.
Happy New Year everyone!!
Happy new year everyone!
You had to go to work last week? Ouch!
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