How good is Boxing Day.
All of the family shenanigans of Christmas out of the way, no plans, no cooking, no visitors.
Just the cricket on, and sitting on my arse all day, grazing on leftovers and drinking a few beers.
How good is Boxing Day.
All of the family shenanigans of Christmas out of the way, no plans, no cooking, no visitors.
Just the cricket on, and sitting on my arse all day, grazing on leftovers and drinking a few beers.
You know some of us have to work, yeah?
Definitely the best day of the year though.
Just flew in to Sydney because I’m going to Day 2 of the Test tomorrow.
Asked for a beer on the plane but the EFTPOS was playing up. It declined my payment but the attendant gave me the beer for free.
The guy next to me who previously said he didn’t want anything then proceeds to order a beer as well.
Went out for an Indian for the first time in Harris Park tonight.
You can get good Indian in most places around Sydney. I have enough left overs for the next 5 days.
Holy fuck it was outrageously good tonight. So full.
I didn’t realise you worked for the British East India Company!
#historyjokes
I came. I saw. I conquered. I demolished the throne.
Nothing better than turning on the “Out of Office” message and turning off the mid-week alarm.
One of our execs was up from Melbourne this week. Had done a lot of work for him over the past year and won some massive proposals. One of the other guys and I had been giving him shit about never even shouting us a beer for all the hard work.
He turns up with a $200 bottle of Lark for us each. Cracked it in the office last night and shared it around, absolutely delightful drop. Now to try and smuggle the small remnants of my bottle out without anyone seeing me do it!