THE FINAL WEEK IN BONDI

It always begins with a team shot. 

Then a gang shot. My final lunch at RoE. 

Gunna miss ya. 

My desk. 

Bye bye. 

Drinking time. 

Leaving pressies. 

Who knows what happened next. 

But I work up on Saturday feeling very worse for wear. And then having to back it up that night for a drink with the football boys. 

Loving the ribs. 

Big grins. 

Jake with a wife beater. 

How did yours get so creased. 

Good value. 

See ya losers. 

What's that? 

Take the boy out of Liverpool. 

And he can't help love an anorak. 

Sooooo cool. 

A Pom between 4 Scotts the worlds worst boyband. 

And then the worst game of football we've ever played. See ya Rushcutters FC.