Saturday's historically for me suck... For me pressure to get drunk and hang out with freinds has really pushed me to the edge. why bother? my family doesn't care if your drunk, boring or just stupid. As long as alcohol is involved it's all good. Don't get me wrong, i love my family and i guess i enjoy hanging out with them but jezzz. If alcohol isn't involved the TV is the focal point for the night...Boring... and if TV is on the schedule we don't see anyone. Fair enough i guess...The shit thats on TV these days sucks. Wev'e got a reasonable sound system so American Idol cranked up is OK (yeh right) but again Jezzz is that it?? You know i'd be happy parked at home watching some decent shit like Benny Hill or Spike Millagain or, i don't know...something for christ sake that makes me think about something other than my mortagage. I tell you what, just get me another beer and i'll shut up...

I was hanging around my older sister, she had made a new friend and I felt it was my duty as a younger brother, to make sure this new friend was aware I existed. They decided to start climbing this hill at the steepest face. I expected them to give up pretty quickly so thought it was best just to observe. When they got past the first slip and dead sheep, about 25meters up, I started feeling fear number one. What if they made it up the hill? I’d look like a chicken just sitting there. My sister would make my life a misery for the rest of the holiday. There was no way I was going to risk it so up I went. As steep as it was, I bounced up that hill with all the skill and grace a mountain goat would be proud of. I took great pleasure in showing the girls the best route to take and pointing out any hazards coming up. At the 60 - 70 meter mark I stopped to assess the girls progress, I thought they must have been quite away behind me now because of my far superior climbing skill and als...