Aussie Day

In what seems like only the other day, it was Australia Day, and could there have been a more fitting day to have farewelled Marky doodle. Without a body of water to 'celebrate' in we were obliged to stay indoors, so it was off to the Walkabout for the lot of us wearing traditional aussie flag capes. The pub was jamming and it was a top night out, but once it closed it was well and truly time for some drunken singstar back at the flat. After Mark decided to make friends with every cop he saw on the walk home, and we made the mandatory stop off for Leah to get her hot chips drowned in a bucket load of mayo, we finally got home in order to witness the worst singing imaginable (at least I tried), and to see Magda's intimate moves with a microphone. Yah for karaoke!






Use your pinky idiot.













Let me introduce you to my new friends, Constable Care and Sargent Moe.













mmm mayo














Is she sleep singing?