Torn pants and biting ants.

I always seem to leave loads of news out in these yokes, sometimes I remember some stuff, sometimes I probably don't.
But here's some interesting things anyway:
Last week we went to Phillip island as ye know, but I forgot to say that when we were there, we met a surfer who was extremely nice, he told us to camp in his back garden, not to waste money on campsites. We did this and sat and played poker and sang songs all night. Twas great, untiil the next day when we realised he stole Shanes wallet. I don't believe he was an asshole, I think he just had hit on some hard times and had extremely low moral standards. Does that make him an asshole? Actually, maybe it does....
Anyway, Cathy got a bite from a bull ant, you may remember the photos of an inch long ant with 3mm teeth at the front, ouch!
I tore my new pants for work, sliding down the pedestrian bridge arch outside work this week...what a fool eh?
Work went well for the week, I prefer being a glassie in work, behind the bar is less fun. But I do both so it's OK, glassie at weekends, barman during the week. They don't have much hours for everyone, most people can just about live on what hours they get, but I get a few more because I do both.
Myself, Cathy, Shane and a friend of his, Laura went for a surf trip dow nthe Great Ocean Road, earlier this week. Was great to see it again, it was twilight when we did it last time, which was beautiful, but now I also got to see it during the day.
Went back to Torquay, where Cathy bought her first surfboard. Yey!
A really nice 6'8" mini mal from quiksilver. A ripcurl wetsuit and she was ready. But she wanted her first surf on her new board to be on Bells Beach.
We did it.
Just about.
First of all let me say, Bells Beach is where Patrick Swayze dies in Point Break, where the pros go.
It was a meaty, reefy, gnarly day. I cracked the base of my board on the reef, and cut my hand.
Cathy knocked a wee chip of the nose of hers and cut up her foot pretty bad, we believe it's fractured too.
But fair play to us for giving it a shot, we fecked the surfboards into the boot and wetsuits still on, took the 7Km road down to Torquay beach, for a less meaty, reefy, gnarly surf.
Saw the Twelve Aposteles again, this time it wasn't raining. I wasn't aware that there is only eight left! The ninth one fell a few years ago.
A race back on Wednesday for work. Poor Shane and his car, I think he works in PJ's just to keep the car going. It appears to me that the automatic gearbox is dying, out with it says you.
I hope he sells it soon, before things go real bad, real quick.
We plan on going to Portsea and Sorento next week for a few days, you can get a car ferry across from there to the otherside of the bay (Torquay and all that is over there) if the surf isn't right.
OK I'm really hungry now, I'm off to get breakfast...