As is tradition in these parts, we converged at Adam’s place for the Australia Day festivities. Greg put the ‘festi’ back into festivities with his exploded collostomy bag cheese, while my biscuits were appreciated by all.
I took some photos of the fireworks (with 15 minutes of fireworks, I tend to get bored). I was thinking of putting up a gallery, simply because I haven’t done one at all this year, but I figure no one wants to look at some vague, nameless fireworks.
Instead I’ll give you this helpful hint: Never leave your swimming attire in the elevator, because *someone* will photograph it and put it on the internet.
