Oh, good!!!

We'll get a blow by blow account of the BBQ. I'm hungry all over again.

That was kind of Bob Bolton to ferry Al and Barb over to Earlwood. The uncertainty of parachuting into a foreign city can be stressful. It all brings back such wonderful memories:

I was on the docks the other night, and eve-ry-thing was still;
I dreamed I saw them Pyrmont girls, they was dressed up fit to kill;
They wore Helly Hansen ca-mi-soles, and oil-skin lin-ge-rie,
Since ol' Frederick's of Woolloomooloo had decked 'em out that day.

Well, I loves a gal in wellies, and an old Bikini top,
But lately I's been wondering just where all this will stop;
For the girls all down on Kent Street, they's just puttin' on the dog,
Since ol' Frederick's of Woolloomooloo shipped out his catalog.

Cheerily,
Charley Noble