Around the World in Nine Beers
It was quite the training session last night. It wasn't my idea and not even my intention until I was already half way, but what a lovely journey I had.I'd worked up quite a thirst from the toughest training session in quite a while and I think it must have shown as I walked through the parlour of the Shed. Roadkill was quick to the draw and a James Boags Premium was soon tucked snugly in it's stubby cooler. After a few gulps, of what is a perennial favourite of mine, I greeted my fellow Bashers (VI, XXXIX, I, XIV and XCIII were early starters). The Boags was good, fresh Tassie, nuclear free tap water, an old friend, like that spot in the couch with a bit of a dip.
