Better Late Than Never - Maybe?

I made a foolish mistake on 30 November by agreeing to meet some old Army mates at the Caxton for a quick half a dozen beers. I compounded this mistake by inviting them back to my place for a small whisky when the bar shut. A couple of chairs made it off the verandah and my recollection is hazy at best.

I'm trimming the mo down to guido proportions over the next couple of days. I'll post when it is at its MOst ridiculous.

One of my Brother's Greatest Mo-Ments

Mo-Ments to Remember

My brother just bumped into Wally Lewis on the escalator. Wally said to him "nice mo!".


But, I have been told that I look like a pensioner with problems a few times today. I'm not sure if I should shoot for a Magnum or a dodgy pencil thin mo. It is getting quite ratty. Decisions, decisions!

Day 5

Unlike bloody Albie Mangel, my facial hair is not long enough to grasp. Nor is it uniform in colour; there is the odd grey poking through. No one has commented on it of their own volition. Normally it takes one, sometimes two prompts. Nonetheless I persevere with the dream of resembling Merv Hughes by 30 November.