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This afternoon Phil and I finally overcame the wonders of modern technology. That is, “I wonder where that email ended up; Why can’t I see the message you just sent?; I saw it being received… it must be here somewhere…”. I think a spam filter was killing it because it had the word “Casino” or something…

The reason I didn’t do work it out this morning is that I was lying in bed feeling sorry for myself. Last night Guy and I went to a concert and then out on the town. Basically we drank about 7 jugs of beer and a few cans. I was gone-ski. Now I’ve got another embarrassing story. Those of you playing at home might like to keep a note for my obituary.

It goes like this: after consuming the aforementioned 7-ish jugs of beer. I got a lift home, allgedly had a 30 min conversation with Zoe (she stayed at home ’cause of her knee), during which I consistently insisted that I had only had 5 beers all night (which was clearly not the case) and went to bed. I vaguely remember waking up at about 4am and being wet. Thinking that I (or Zoe) had wet the bed in a drunken stupor, similar things have happened to others, I got a towel, laid it under me and went back to sleep.

When I woke up at 7am it became immediately clear that I had, in fact, spewed in the bed! I couldn’t really decide if this was better or worse - although now I think it’s better… Anyway, it wasn’t all chunky and yuck, it was basically water/beer and some stomach juice. So it wasn’t too bad. I was talking to Phil about it just before and he said, “It was like you just overflowed”. Perfect description. What a classic… Now both Zoe and I have spewed in the bed while living in Townsville. The city really brings out the best in you (so to speak).

Here’s Phil’s guest report

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