moved to Brisbane in March 1993. picked up a job in May (mrs couldn't handle me at home any longer
). the boys decided the newy needed a little drink....
the joint was the Victory Pub in the city on a Friday night. no worries. they picked me up in the company van and we made our way to one of the boy's place for a few warm up's and a bit of tucker. so on to the Victory....
decided i needed a little bit of extra dough (bit more than the mrs said i could have actually..it's called "living dangerously") and asked where the nearest ATM was. "just round the corner and up a bit" no worries i thought. "which corner did he say it was" after about the 5th bloody corner. anyway found the thing and 'somehow' found my way back to the pub again. half hour of drinkin time lost!! in i go..NO!! the gorilla at the entrance said "can't come in....sandshoes not allowed" F**K ME!!!! "it's a pub, mate" was my reply. "no entry" was his. he won. bloody pubs in Tamworth weren't like this!! so i waited....
and i waited, and i waited. FINALLY one of the boy's came out looking for me. only been an hour and a quarter since i headed of for the ATM. was starting to get a bit suspicious by now....
"where you been" he asked. "you don't want to know" i said. told him about the shoe problem. he went inside and one of the other blokes came out. he had a suit on, and 'proper' shoes hidden under his jacket. put the 'proper' shoes on, went past the entrance with head down and got in.
well the boy's decided i had to catch up and we got stuck in pretty well
deadline for home was midnight so being a good boy 1 headed to the cab at 11:45pm. estimated to be home at 12:30. within reason i thought.
reason didn't have much to do with the rest of the night....
a mate was let out of the cab at 12:15am about half way to my place. next thing i remember i was rolling down some gully. tried to walk up the gully and didn't make it. and didn't make it, and didn't make it. geez that XXXX has a kick....
i must have made it out of the gully cause i remember staggering around a carpark and falling over and over....
must have got bored cause the next thing i remember is that i'm at the bottom of the f**kin gully. but now it will be fun cause i have company. i'm lying on the ground in my little gully trying to speak and Mr and Mrs Police are standing over me. Mrs Police saw the funny side of the situation....Mr Police didn't apparently. saw his mouth moving but couldn't hear a thing. must have been the XXXX....
"somehow" they worked out where i lived and took me home. Mrs Police was still giggling but Mr Police was still not happy. all i can remember is sitting in the back seat of the police car and nodding....
they were still there when i knocked on the front door. suddenly felt much more sober as the outside light went on. sh*t. wonder if the nice police will save me from the mrs. the door opened, and they drove off. sh*t.
"what happened to you....it's 4.30am". oops....
i had bark of everywhere, bleeding from cuts to my ears, elbows, wrists, everywhere. bloody mess. needless to say the mrs was in to me. woke me up at 6am when i felt like death warmed up. she was in to me again. and i totally forgot that the nice school where our 2 elder daughters had just enrolled in a couple of months ago had a working bee on and i had put my name down to work. mrs said i couldn't go as i was a family disgrace. ouch. it was a very painful weekend that one....
the boy's at work collapsed when i told the story on Manday morning. mongrels....