Guest blog: Brookesie in Sydney

We are currently watching the first of four back to back Super 14 rugby matches whilst recovering from Friday night's excesses. It tuns out that a shared plate of mezze is not sufficient to take the edge off many schooners of Coopers!

One of the excesses was being implored by Mark to have more fun - this done very earnestly whilst watching a 60s cover band (a very good one mind you). This was evidently the best thing Mark had ever seen, and he couldn't quite understand why I didn't agree with him 100%. Later on the 60s band gave way to cheesey dancing, and in particular we had the pleasure of watching two girls writhing with each other. Much debate ensued as to whether they were a couple, whether they were teasing all the guys in the room, or whether they were just having a bit of fun. Probably all three. Mark told them they were rubbish. Then we went home via the kebab shop. Job done.

Off home tomorrow; now we have to go and buy some Ozzie tat. And recover from the hangover. Then do it all again tonight.

Sydney is great by the way. And I now know what a long black is.