With Best of All out of the way, I made a beeline for the nearest maccas, because where else are you going to get 3 BLT muffins for $6?
Even with taking my time getting that and moseying up the motorway, i got to the swap meet EARLY. There are said to be seven signs of the apocalypse, such as the four horsemen, i think LDR turning up to an event early would have to be the eighth.
So i spread out my meagre wares on the ground in front of me like a street beggar in an Indian slum, and waited for the hordes to descend while playing with the dog belonging to the seller next to me.
Even with taking my time getting that and moseying up the motorway, i got to the swap meet EARLY. There are said to be seven signs of the apocalypse, such as the four horsemen, i think LDR turning up to an event early would have to be the eighth.
So i spread out my meagre wares on the ground in front of me like a street beggar in an Indian slum, and waited for the hordes to descend while playing with the dog belonging to the seller next to me.
I ended up selling enough stuff to cover the entry fee and the Pushies Galore t shirt i bought, but then i blew that winning streak when the local P&C started selling biscuits and rocky road for half price.
When the crowds eventually started to dwindle,
I made my goodbyes and headed off in the car.
Straight into gridlock.
Damned if i know how anyone drives in Brisbane on a regular basis, as half an hour of it was enough to push me to the edge of insanity, but in due course i made it to my mate's place to drop off a rebuilt MTB for his flatmate, and give his hybrid a once over (the beer economy proving it's worth once more- Budweiser this time by the way).
Naturally after all that i was pretty jiggered, and even with a decent evening nap the servo shift was "challenging".
Off to bed, more to come tomorrow.
Fair Winds,
LDR.
Straight into gridlock.
Damned if i know how anyone drives in Brisbane on a regular basis, as half an hour of it was enough to push me to the edge of insanity, but in due course i made it to my mate's place to drop off a rebuilt MTB for his flatmate, and give his hybrid a once over (the beer economy proving it's worth once more- Budweiser this time by the way).
Naturally after all that i was pretty jiggered, and even with a decent evening nap the servo shift was "challenging".
Off to bed, more to come tomorrow.
Fair Winds,
LDR.