Harbour Cruise

First of all, how many of you Harbour Cruise virgins thought that the luxurious cruise liner waiting at the Opera House pier at 5:45 was ours? Now you know that it's always the little tug boat hiding behind the cruise liner that picks us up.

Okay, so we didn't get our Calton Draught, but we had VB. And how good were the fireworks. Did I mention the bathrooms? Tipsy Roxy gave them the thumbs up. They were certainly better than the cesspool at the bottom of the steps the crew of the last boat called the women's bathroom. There was plenty of seating, enough room for round one of the International House Dance Off, and a bow on which to re-enact scenes from Titanic. Four hours, a little spewing, enough snogging, too much nudity, and not enough bridges later we all piled off the boat. From there, the mobs were absorbed into Sydney. Some of us made it home, and the rest of us slept on door steps. Perhaps we all didn't wake up where or with whom we expected, but that's the spirit of the night.

Okay, VB really is crap. But, all up, this critic says that Harbs 2 was a big success; an even a better night than it's percale. But it's not over yet. With the public release of the infamous dictaphone sound files, more information may be coming..