It was great to see everyone go to a fair bit of trouble and come up with some interesting outfits for the night - the rule was you must be in 80%+ white (not including skin of course!) and we were soon swamped in a sea of cute boys in white jeans and no tops. That reminds us, we MUST join a gym again soon...

With a choice of sheds and music to choose from things got moving along pretty fab. The Peel Retro room was were we started, moving around to some absolute SHOCKERS from the early 80's. Camp it up? - DON'T MIND IF WE DO!

Several hours passed and then...all of the bars CLOSED at 2am!!!

Have you ever heard several thousand people say "Oh what! You must be fuckin' joking" at once and then fall into a deep depression you will understand how the rest of the night went.

From having a fun time the crowd quickly turned to having a bad time. All that is except for the 17 year old Queer Folk (read: young heterosexuals who just dress weird) who thought this is what happened at gay dance parties. NO Virginia, normally we get to have a beer all through the night...

With nothing to fortify ourselves the cold and damp Showgrounds air quickly seeped through every flimsy outfit in sight. Actually, it was BLOODY FREEZING!

Well, pop us on a stick, wrap us in cellophane and call us a treat but this quickly became un-fun. Sad.

Certainly made you nipples stand out, but did nothing for other parts of the boys anatomy hidden deep in those white 501's.

We made a pissed off exit at 6 am. Yes, very early.

What else happened. Well we saw Dead or Alive at 3am for about 8 minutes. We all congregated to the one shed as the outer sheds were slowly depopulated because of the cold and boredom. That's about it really.

A good idea gone severely wrong. One wonders how many people would have BOUGHT tickets if they had known about the 2am bar close, go figure why THAT wasn't advertised...

On a brighter note, Grant has finished his Term I exams and is back on Earth available for lunches over the next week. Look out World, one more term to go.

Dale has been looking on as the builders have belted the crap out of a house in Ormond that will become the home for 5 people from Rattraywood House. This is the house Dale will be coordinator for and it all looks very pleasant, much more like a home than 'Ratty House'.

The two girls are doing very well, Easter was fun as you'd expect. We arrived with lots of little eggs etc and scattered them around the garden and then let them loose claiming we had just seen a large rabbit snooping around. Screams around!