Bloke and I look like we'll be heading to the Seymour Cup this weekend. Our friends' horse is racing again, and the words "why don't we hire a people mover and Bloke can drive?" have been uttered. Now, it needs to be understood that Bloke doesn't drink. I initially had some reservations about this teetotalling man, I mean, can you trust a man who doesn't drink? But I easily overcame this, and now enjoy the benefits of having a designated driver forever. No more cabs for me!
So, the crew look like loading a Tarago or similar with eskies full of beer and bubbly wine and heading up the Hume for a day of fun and frivolity.
The wheels on the bus
Go round and round...
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