Jenny and I rode the GS500 to Kensington on Saturday in order to toast Roberts' 27th birthday. Ross and Olga will share in that exquisite pleasure that is gaping at Hall and I in our bathers. Of course, they should already know that the most accurate way to judge time is by the Roberts-Beer method.
Plumbing has come some way since Todman avenue days: Roberts and I took turns to urging each to perform pool-tricks for treats.
Terrible cast by Roberts here.
Darlinghurst's Lord Roberts kept the food and beers up to us until mid-night and then we were thrown out because every barman worth his salt knows what happens to JB after midnight.
Robets vividly describes the day's harrassment. (Very animated; so funny!)
The lads and I pose after our lengthy struggle with pool.
2 comments:
Looks like great weekend and would of loved to of been there, Happy bday to roberts.
It was pretty good fun. Jen and I turned in at about 3am while Roberts continued trying to please women at Scruffy Murphy's. The pub had a very incongruent Halloween/Irish theme on last Saturday night.
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