JennyO up above mentioned the wild time we had with the tarp at the Earlwood BBQ the last time we were there. I just ran across this parody I composed commemorating that event:

There were ten of us hauling on the lee fore brace in the wind and the driving hail,
Fortified with rum and good old Scotch, and a couple of kegs of ale;
So black it was you could not see the brew before your face,
So wasted were we that we could not haul, the fiasco one bloody disgrace!

Unforgivable to parody such a fine song and poem!

Cheerily,
Charley Noble