Across the road is a deserted beach.
No one for miles.
Apart from these two.
Russ happy about being here.
It could be worse, your girlfriend could have a Tash. Who's who?
Ahhhhh there she is. What a pad. Pool out back too.
Time for s walk to see the blow hole.
(Which was so unimpressive - I didn't even take a photo of it).
"Awarded" by who?
That's what the blow hole should look like (a photo of a photo).
Rusty getting in the spirit of things.
So this is the story of "Little me." We were playing a game where in teams of two, one person had to describe to the other a famous person (that was written on a piece of paper). Everyone wrote about 30 each, we had Tom Cruise (that Claire guessed just from me saying "Gay") we had David Cameron (who Claire didn't know his name - I think it was more couldn't think of him because he's so boring more than ignorance) we had loads. There were 100's and 100's of names written down - and the more you got in a minute the better your score. So after a few rounds of this "little me" came up. "Who's little me?" I thought, but as i couldn't think of this "famous person" I dropped it back in. The game went on, it got tighter and tighter with only a few names left. At the same time the discussion of ghost came up, how this place might have one, and strange things happen in the night. Which is when "Little me" popped up again. When the game was over Jay starts shouting "who the bloody he'll wrote "Little Me", that's just stupid. It's not a famous person." to which no one owned up. We even took samples of our handwriting to prove it wasn't them. No one wrote it. Was it the ghost? Then Cleo says it's her handwriting but she didn't write it, - had she been possessed? No. What we soon found out was she was going to write Little Mermaid" but ran out of space, so threw it aside - into the pile of other names. Oh well I guess you had to be there.
Next morning before we headed home we went into the shops to meet Ned Kelly.
The Cool kids.
And Wilko's head - and a mini castle.
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