ok.. the last few hours.

I gave up on trying to configure the Cisco 675 after finding the rj45-db9 adapter was totally wrong, (why is the rx line tied to gnd? that's not going to work) fixing it, and trying all different speeds and cables. this thing must be stuffed.

I started watching an episode of King of the Kill, Bobby had just seen Luane naked when the phone rang, pause. It's my mate, He wants to know if I'm planning to go down to Sydney for New Years, I said I was in 2 minds about it, and it depended what the plan was when we got down there, he was just about to start when he said that he had another call he had to take, and would call me back in a minute. I waited for a minute or so, and he rang me back. We continued the conversation, I told him that I was not interested in going if it was going to be like every other time we had gone down, where we spend hours getting down there, and then can't find a pub to get into to get pissed, before I finished getting to the point, he knew what I was talking about, and he assured me that "no, the plan is to get down there, get into a pub, and stay there, I don't care about some flashy lights in the sky" ok, fair enough, that suits me, the environment is usally conducive to a good time, and just the other day, my mate who I played snooker with, when I mentioned about going down to Sydney for New Years (since my mate rang me while I was at his place the day before) told me that New Years was bascially just a huge singles party, anyone with kids doesn't go, and older people have seen too many new years to care. Oh well, maybe it won't be all bad, lots of drunk chicks all over the place.

So I told him that his plan sounded ok, get into a pub and screw the fireworks. "OK, we're getting the train at about 6:50", this was at about 5:50, ok, I've got an hour to shower, dress, get some dinner, and get to the station. i should be able to handle this. "OK, I'll see you there".

I turned off the tv, got on the train timetable website to confirm the time of the train (since others have a way of reading the weekday section of the timetable on weekends, and vice versa, and also reading am instead of pm) so I thought I would just check what was really going on. Ok, there's a 6:55pm train in the NYE timetable, that must be it. I jumped in the (cold) shower, washed (tried to get all the green skin off my neck that's reacted with my crappy pewter/copper chain), dried, cleaned my teeth, applied deodorant, and was out of the bathroom at 6:12. I was shaking at this point, hunger I assume, but the cold shower couldn't have helped. At this point it actually felt fairly nice, since it was so bloody hot.

Got dressed, no spiders in my shirt today, I pulled on the trousers I bought to go to a fancy dress party as Fry from Futurama recently, and my "I'm too pissed to walk shirt", with a "no walking symbol on it. I'm sure that a few drivers will get a laugh out of it as I ride my bike to the station shortly. (I'll have to remember to close my jacket on the way home, in case the cops are out, since I am planning to be too pissed to walk fairly shortly).

I ate some peanuts while I waited for some bread to toast, it popped up, I jammed some cheese in it, and ate it, burning my hands and mouth, but I didn't care, I was so hungry, thought about throwing a fruit mince pie down after before running out while I had a glass of coke, but then realised time was getting away.

It was getting to the time I needed to leave, it was 6:20, I shoved $70 in my wallet, and $2.40 in change in my pocket. I jumped on the bike, and headed for McDonalds to get a bit more food, food will be very important tonight. Went in, ordered 2 cheese burgers, take away, "that'll be $2.50" D'oh, only got $2.40, I would have had the $2.50 too, but I chucked a useless 10c piece in the collection just before I left, so I broke the $20 ($65 in notes and $4.90 in change now carrying) grabbed them, it was now 6.25, and I was thinking that I had 1/2 hour until the train went, thought about sitting to scoff them, but decided to eat them at the station, to make sure I got there in time, so I chucked them in the saddle bag, rode to the station, as I got close, I thought about the fact I should have brought my big bike chain. Oh well, too late now, and "she'll be right mate".

Rode down to the bike parking on level 1 of the carpark (you enter on 6) that's a really badly designed carpark, I ended up getting annoyed and riding down the no entry up ramps to get down, otherwise it would have taken 20 minutes to get all the way down. I parked up, jammed the burgers in my pockets, locked my helmet on the bike, put my gloves in the saddle bag (I'm pretty sure I did the bag up at this point) rushed up to the station, no sign of my mates, called my mate who called me earlier to ask me if I was going down to the City. "Are you at the station yet?", "will be there in about 5 minutes", "OK, are you planning to come back before 4am? Will I get a return ticket (valid till 4am) or not?", "I'm not planning on coming back before 4am", "ok, whatever, see you soon". I bought a return ticket ($9.80, leaving $55 in notes and $5.10 in change), even if he's not coming back before 4am, I think I will. I'm sure I will have had enough by then.

I dawdled down onto the platform, having a good perve on the way down the stairs and along the platform, might be a good night afterall, by the looks of things. It was now 6:45, 10 minutes to go. On the opposite platform, the train waiting to head to Newcastle was there, and I noticed that the carriage parked directly opposite me was the 5810, the carriage we used to end up on almost everyday when I was commuting to work while I worked at CSC and QI, back in 2000/2001.

I ate my burgers, and then wandered over to the drink machine, bought a lift to wash the greasy burgers down, as I was at the machine I saw my mates come down on to the platform. I collected my drink, walked back to where I had been waiting, everyone:

My mate that called me,
another mate (who was Dirty Harry at the party recently),
a mate that works at Target,
a mate that works at ABC,
and me,

were there, they had a smoke in the uncovered area, the train arrived a few minutes later.

We all jumped on the train, it was getting close to full at this point, so we ended up sitting in 2 groups, of 3 and 2, I was in the 2 sitting with my mate that called me earlier, away from everyone else, had another perve as a few chicks wandered through the carriage looking for a group of seats, we had some idle chit chat, couldn't wait for the train to stop at Woy Woy, bloody bogans.

At this point I regretting not being bothered to bring a small bottle of alcohol with me, I could have started already, oh well, we'll be there soon enough. A few minutes later Dirty Harry wandered over from the other group, carrying a beer (where'd he get that from?) he hadn't brought his pizza, left it on the seat where he was before, we found it humerous that some Bogan would get on at Woy Woy and go "oh yeah, bonus half eaten pizza with this seat!", If he'd brought it over, I probably would have finished it, but I was right with my greasy burgers and carbonated soft drink.

After a few minutes, the conversation changed to phones (what is it about boring train rides that ends up wth mobile phones being great entertainment for hours?) then we played with phones (my mate and Dirty Harry both have picture phones, so they mucked around taking pictures of each other) as the train continured, some "no dose" got passed around, over the counter caffeine tablets, I looked at the label, "take one" "only for occasional use" "no substitute for sleep" "contains about as much caffeine as a cup of coffee" uhh, that last one got me. Why not just have a cup of coffee? it's not like a single sup of coffee does anything to me. Bugger this, didn't bother, maybe I'll get one later if I feel a bit tired, but I really don't see what it's going to do, especially not after consuming several litres of alcohol over the next few hours.

Eventually the train arrived at Central (after coming through Redfern with all the necessary comments "got a smoke brudda?" and travelling past Morturary station, where it appeared some people were having a dinner party, that sounds like a creepy place to have a party), we all jumped off. Headed through the ticket gates, and for the bar, it was shut (D'oh! whose bad planning is this?), so we head for the loos instead (and that of course had all the necessary comments "you should have gone before we left" and "don't make me turn this train around!"). I went before we left, so I didn't need to go, so I just waited outside along with my mate that called me, it looked like a party was going on in there, with the blue light to stop people shooting up, and the amount of people going in and out, and the noise they were creating. Slowly everyone came out, and the group moved away, I waited for Dirty Harry to come out so he wouldn't get lost in the crowd, we wandered over to the drink machine where everyone else had moved to while I waited for Dirty Harry. I got a free water because my mate was trying to get rid of his change. (Don't know where that ended up, I had it until the Casino, must have left it there).

We moved outside the station, into the somewhat fresh (albeit warm) air, my mate that called me made a comment that one of the group of chicks that were sitting near us looked like Melissa, I didn't notice because I was facing the wrong way, I jokingly scoffed that he should have told me earlier, then he said I'd probably just always get in trouble for calling her Melissa if that was not her name, yeah, probably.

We moved across the street, at this point Dirty Harry made a big show of putting his sunglasses on to wash his "no doze" down with his Vanilla Coke from the drink machine. We then wandered into the city, towards Chinatown, we parked ourselves in Paddy McGuires, on the way in, everyone got ID'd except me, I was worried about trying to bring my water in, some places don't like that, so I wasn't looking to happy I assume, I just wanted to walk in, the bouncer said something like "Smile mate, it's New Years Eve", and then as I fumbled to find my license, he said "you're right" while everyone else got checked.

I got to the bar, ordered a pint of Heinekin, ($5, leaving only $50 note in my wallet, and the $5.10 still in change) moved outside near the tram stop, saw my mate who called me's ex GF, her brother, and his GF at a different table there (I'm assuming that was the arranged meeting spot). My mate who works at the ABC sat on the table with them, and tried to look important. I sat at a different table with Dirty Harry, my mate who called me, and my mate who works at Target. We had a good time making fun of our mate that works at the ABC, as he tried to look very impoartant, with his body language and mannerisms.

I finished my drink, went back inside, went to the loo (oops, broke the seal far too early), came back, sat outside again for a while, chatted, during this time a tram turned up at the tram stop, with a group of police on it, at least one pretty large one amongst them, so then we made comments about him being "Bargearse", and narrating the conversation he was having with the other police "the trams should have pie vending machines on them" and the like. I went back to the bar and bought another pint and a packet of BBQ chips ($8, now I have $40 in notes and $7.10 in change).

I got talking to a New Zealander sat at the bar while I waited for my order, it was his first time coming into the city for New Years. I told him not to make the mistake we've made before.. don't leave the pub to watch the fireworks unless you are well and truly pissed, or get friendly with the bouncers before you leave, or you will not get into a single pub in the city after midnight. He thanked me for the tip, and I went back outside.

I opened up the chips, which was hungtrly devoured by the table, my mate who works at the ABC was still hard at work trying to crack on to my mate's ex GF or her brother's GF, depending on who was at the table as people came and went, getting drinks etc.

I was about halfway through my second pint, when my mate who called me offered to buy a round, I was feeling a bit bloated at this point (I can't drink beer anymore, just get gassy, spend ages burping and feeling uncomfortable), so I turned it down, thinking it was going to take me 1/2 hour to finish my pint.

The 9pm fireworks went off around now, for all those kids in the city, that'll probably be asleep before midnight. We couldn't see them, just hear them, and see the sky lighting up.

I finished it a little while after that, Dirty Harry had been taking his time with his beer like me, so went it was decided to leave the pub (uh oh.. we're making a fatal mistake here), and he said he couldn't fit his new drink in, a Bacardi and Coke, I grabbed it and drank about half of it, the difference from beer was great, even though it was still carbonated. Dirty Harry complained, that he could "have just skulled it", so I gave it back, and he finished it off.

Someone came up with the idea of moving into Darling Harbour, since we should be able to get into a bar/pub/club over there. We spent a few minutes moving towards that area, had to go through a "no glass" checkpoint, where security guards were going through bags and stuff, evidently it is just "no glass", I had no issue carrying my knife in there :-)

We walked through the Harbour area, police everywhere in here, groups of 5 and 10 of them, not doing anything though. We headed over to "The Pontoon", the main bar we wanted to go to, to find that it was "entry by ticket only", wherever you got one of those tickets from, probably had to book it a year in advance. We kept going around the harbour, out near the Aquarium, realised there was nothing else going on over here. It then turned into a heated discussion of "why did we make the same mistake as last time of leaving the pub we were happy in" "we're not going to get in anywhere here". I said we should head for the Casino, since we've ended up in there one of the other times we've dragged around the city for New Years or other large events, and it seems to be the only place with enough capacity to let us in, and serve us alcohol. This suggestion was accepted my both Dirty Harry and my mate who works at Target, which was enough for me, we told the others they could come with us to the Casino, or do what they wanted.

They stayed where they were, and the 3 of us headed towards Old Pyrmont Bridge, which takes us over towards the Casino, as we got near a guy was juggling flaming torches, "want to catch one?" he asked me as I walked quickly past "nope!" was my reply without turning to look at him, I've got more important things to worry about at this point in time, like getting more alcohol.

We visited the loos under the bridge before we crossed, while I was relieving myself my phone rang, sorry, can't answer it, hands full. Got back outside, and my Target mate's phone started ringing, it was my mate who called me to start the night, he wanted to catch up. We waited for the others to arrive. My mate who just called turned up on his own, said he wanted to use the loo, so he did. the three of us that had left the others waited, for the others to arrive from walking over (gees they must be slow) and our mate to come out of the loo. "Where's the others?" he was asked, apparently they'd gone with our mate that works at the ABC, he knew where to go apparently.

So the four of us went up and on to Old Pyrmont Bridge, walked right past the seat I was on when my GF's phone got stolen way back in 2001, and got over to the other side. Headed into the Casino foyer, and up the escalator towards the bar/gambling.
we all entered in there, again everyone except me got checked for ID "you're right mate" again. My Target mate asked me how I kept getting in places without ID, my reply was something about looking my age instead of looking 12 like some of our group.

We went past the pokies, I was interested in the bar at this point, my mate who arranged the whole thing got a phone call from the ABC guy, he wanted to know where we were.. we spotted him standing at the bar already. It turned out that he/mate's ex GF/brother/GF who we'd left at Darling Harbour, had got a taxi over to the Casino. Oh well, that's a waste of their money, I intend to buy alcohol tonight, not waste money on taxis going walking distance.

We all queued up at the bar, my mate bought 3 Cuban cigars, and a drink of some description (another Bacardi and Coke I think) cost him $50 even, far out. I got a Bundy (Rum) and Coke (I don't remember what this cost, $8 something I think, I just remember paying with a $20 note and getting a $10 note and some coins as change, so I now had $30 in notes, and about $8/$9 in change I think). I spotted the others again, they'd taken their drinks and moved over near the "band", if you can call it that, it was just 2 guys, a bass guitarist and a keyboardist/sax player.

After I finished my drink, I tried to play the pokies (I had about 8 dollar coins jingling around in my pocket annoying me now), every single pokie had someone on it. I wandered around for 10 minutes looking for one. Never seen anything like it. I noticed a woman just sitting at one, not playing it, paying attention to the one next to her someone (her husband etc I assume) was playing. I asked if I could just play the one she was sitting at, but she showed me it had $2 credit on it. I'll bet she just put $2 in, was sitting there, and as soon as her husband or whatever had finished, she'd press the collect button, get her $2 back, and walk off. People annoy me.

I thought about playing blackjack at one of the tables (like the $5 table) but I couldn't find where the hell you get the chips, so I gave up and went back to the bar/band area. For some reason or another most of our group seems to carry around US currency (myself included) so a bit of comparing of it went on at this point. Someone commented they were going to us a US dollar bill to light their Cuban later (which didn't end up happening).

I went back to the bar for another drink, I ordered a double Contreau on the rocks (I'm just going to get down to the business of getting properly pissed now), I got put off by the bar chick making a comment about my shirt, her reply to my request for my drink was "Sorry, you're too pissed to walk", which took me a second to respond to, because I couldn't hear her properly over all the noise, and it took me a second to work out what she had said. There goes trying to be suave, I probably looked like I was slow too, so then when she asked me how my night was, I just replied "fine so far" and didn't ask how hers was (because I was put off by not dealing with her witty comment properly), which I normally would have done, she replied "Mine has been fine by the way" in a rather cyncial way. D'oh. I paid for my drink ($13.50!!! far out! I'm running out of money, wallet check: $15 in notes, and around $11 in change) and walked away.

I polished that off over a few minutes, someone had bought a bottile of red wine ($23 they paid for a $13 bottle), so I got into that. Once the bottle was dead, I stuck my glass in my jacket pocket (I have a habit of collecting souverneirs from places I drink, every glass in mhy cupboard has come from a bar/club/pub, I've never bought any). My Target mate was joking about making a request to the band (he was sitting right next to them), I said "You might as well", so he requested any U2 since it's his favourite band, and they said they would try but they would not be held responsible for anything they did. After that they made a fairly poor effort at playing "I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For", in the wrong tempo, with a bad backing MIDI, which was so wrong my mate and I couldn't work out what the song was until they started singing, we had a go of trying to sing along.

At this point, (around 11:15pm I think) the girls (my mates' ex GF and her brothers GF) wanted to know where they could see the fireworks, and if they should try to make their way over to Circular Quay to see the bridge. I told them to just go up to the top of the Casino, expoit the fact that they were 2 attractive females, and that all the security were male, and look out the window, guage what they can see from as far as they can get without having a VIP pass, come back down, and decide whether to try to pack into Circular Quay, or stay here, drink more, and then go back up the top at 5 to midnight or so to watch the fireworks. So they went up, were gone for a fair while, we drank more (don't remember what), and eventually they came back.

While they were upstairs, I spotted a free pokie, I rushed over and put $2 through, lost it. I went back to where we were drinking, found $2 on the floor (woo! a refund), and drank more, I think.

As it was getting towards midnight, I rang home to ask for a tape to be put on of the fireworks, since we had no plans of watching them, and I had forgotten to go through TiVo and queue up some recordings around midnight. But as it got closer to midnight, my Target mate told me that the fire doors were open and we could see the fireworks out there. Before we moved over there, I handed my $15 from my wallet to my mate, to go in on a bottle of Moet we were getting (so now I had no notes, and about $11 in change). At about 5 minutes to midnight, we all went to the loo, to prepare for standing watching fireworks for 15 minutes, we headed out the fire doors at about 1 to minute, and were there to see that start of the fireworks. We stayed to watch about 6 minutes of the fireworks, clapped, cheered, made lots of noise, shook hands etc, and then came back inside to continue drinking, with a bottle of Moet.

Most people were still over watching the fireworks at this point, so there were lots of empty pokies, and the bar was also pretty clear. I went to a 5c pokie, but 40c on one spin, and it started some stupid "hyperfeature", with a clowns moving head (like those dumb games at carnivals you can never win), and you had to press the button to release a ball and get it in one of four slots (something, major, minor, grand), once you got 3 balls in a slot, you won that amount. I got the first 2 in the grand slot, then al the others in turn, until there were 2 balls in every slot, so the next one decided what I got. Of course it went in the minor slot and I won a huge $33, instead of the grand prize which I missed by about a millisecond, which was winnings of $22159. I pulled my $33 out and walked away very sad.

I know that these things are rigged and I had absolutely no chance of ever winning that amount, but it still annoys me. So much for a Happy New Year, is this setting the stage for the year to come?

I then returned to our table (we'd moved from near the band when everyone went outside and there were some tables free) sat back down, the Moet had arrived and been poured, I started to tell the tale of how I just missed out on $22000, was told to be quiet, we had a toast to something, and drank some Moet, and then told the tale.

The girls returned at this point, and they were given glasses of Moet. The cigars got fired up, I sat back and drank the Moet, mentioned how nice it was, someone commented that it would want to be, considering we'd paid $93 for the bottle. $93!! it's normally $60 apparently, far out, this is a Casino, the drinks should be free, considering the amount you waste gambling.

I think at this point I got a hug from my mate's ex GF, that was nice, I haven't been hugged for like 2 1/2 years.

Eventually someone jokingly offered me a cigar, since I don't smoke and never had. I ended up taking it, and puffing on it, mainly for the shock value, but also because I was annoyed about my missing out on all that money.

I can't say that the Cigar was any terrific, but it also wasn't awful (although, as I go through and edit all my drunken ramblings and shocking spelling and dyslexia from when I wrote this after getting home at 5am this morning, it's now nearly 2pm, my mouth tastes like shit, I can feel the cigar all still in there).

We finshed the Moet, someone went and bought another one, we polished that off (someone knocked a full glass over onto the floor, there's a waste of $10 or so), and a third bottle turned up (at $93 a bottle, that's $279 just spent on Champaigne!!) and we polished that one off. Somehow, shortly after this, I ended up with both a cigar and a cigarello, I was holding them in my hand in a klingon manner, and smoking both at the same time.

I think I was very pissed at this point.

I then wandered around the Casino again, wasting my $33 winnings back in the pokies, winning a few dollars here and there, but mostly losing, no $22159 to be found anywhere.

I wanted to have a go at roulette, I thought I would stick $5 on 13. I asked a cleaner where you get the chips, he said you just buy them at the table. I approached the $5 roulette table, with 5 $1 coins to bet "Sorry mate, don't take coins, go and change it over there" and the dealer gave me some half assed arm gesture in I don't know what direction, I couldn't see anything to do with money changing where he was pointing, so I'm pretty sure he was just telling me to bugger off.

I went back and put some of those coins through the pokies. I returned to where the group had been standing, near the pokies, but there was no one there.. uhh.. I called my mate, they had left, so I hurried out to catch up to them, caught up, we wandered back through Darling Harbour again.

My mate and his ex GF were kicking a squashed bottle along like a soccer ball. Some Wog came over and tried to crack on to my mates ex GF, the guy just came over and put his arm around her, my mate was not impressed, nor was I, and my mate started mouthing off at the guy, calling him a Wog and that he thought he was God's gift to women and that he should just piss off.

The Wog took a swing for my mate, I was expecting him to, so I stuck my left arm up in the way instinctively, copped most of the force of the punch, was too pissed to feel it (still don't) it just breezed off and tapped my mate, he was so pissed he didn't realise I'd stopped him from getting punched full in the face, so he continued mouthing off at the Wog, thinking he had a really pathetic punch on him (maybe he did, I don't remember it hurting my arm). The Wog was put out by this, he must have thought my mate was superman or something, because I don't think he noticed me deflect the punch either, and he couldn't understand how this guy got a punch in the face and kept on going like nothing happened.

I took to opportunity, put myself between them, moved the Wog away a bit, and told him to just back off because my mate had a warrant out for him, for GBH, and that the guy was out of control (all BS, just to get rid of the Wog), another Wog jumped in to have a go at my mate at this point, when I had just got rid of the first one, so then I had to pull him to the side sort him out. Just as I started telling him to bugger off, the first Wog came over, and dragged the second one away. My mate's GF's brother and his GF had got further ahead of us, so they missed it all.

After that little bit of excitement (where are all those useless cops we saw wandering around in this area the first time we came through now?) we continued towards the train, my ABC mate rang me, he was on the station waiting for the train, so we hurried down there, all the while I'm trying to calm my mate down, because he's mouthing off about Wogs loudly, and I don't want more shit to sort out.

We got to the train station, wandered through the train (the 3:17) looking for my mates that were already there, couldn't find them, anywhere on the 4 carriages. My mate rang them, they were now on the train, back carriage, so we found them. There were no seats near where they all were, so I said we should move to the next carriage which was empty, no one wanted to move, so I said "fsck you then". I got off and got a drink from the machine (a Coke ($1.50), why didn't I get water? I probably wouldn't feel so crappy right now), got back on the train, in the next carriage where I could get a seat.

I sent a text message for everyone to move in where I was because it was empty. I then rang another mate we hadn't seen for a bit, to find out where he was, he was in the train, cool. After the train started moving, I wandered back to the other carriage where everone was, and gave up my 4 seat area where I had my feet up, and ended up on the floor.

I lay down on the floor for a bit, but that wasn't a good idea, made me feel sick, so I sat up. I noticed that my mate had something on his shirt. It looked like blood. It wasn't from his face/nose or anything, I thought maybe my arm had bust open again when it got punched, but it wasn't, who knows what it was or if it was blood, where it came from.

Some Bogans in the carraige offered me a seat, so I got off the floor and moved into it. There was a Bogan bloke lying down with his arm out, towards the seat I was sitting in, he was holding a lighter, I made a motion to take the lighter out of his hand and give it to one of the Bogan girls, but one said "oh, don't take that off him", and I just replied that I didn't like having a lighter that close to my crotch in the hand of a drunk person, so he piped up with "oh well you can fsck off then". So I just shutup and minded my own business. The Bogans got out some stupid cap device, and started banging it on the windows and seats in the train, pissing everyone off. I just ignored it. I'd had enough of dealing with idiots. I thought, "I'll bet these idiots get off at Woy Woy". I nearly got off to sleep, and one of the Bogan chicks said I was looking a bit green, and not to spew on her, which pulled me out of almost getting to sleep. I sat there for a bit, feeling very seedy, and then had to rush into the next carriage where the toilet was to spew.

There's some good design involved there, the sink is at just the right height that you can comfortably sit on it while you spew into the toilet. The only bit I didn't like was when the train turned and the water/spew in the toilet slopped, and I had to move to get out of the way of the splash. Also, there's stupid taps that don't stay on (ok, I suppose it has to be like that to stop someone leaving it on and running all the water out), but it makes it hard to wash your mouth out or wet your face. I tried to ja it on with my knife, but I was too pissed and I couldn't get it in the right place to hold the tap. I just splashed some water on my face, flushed the loo, and went back to the seat. I felt a lot better after that, sat quietly for a bit.

We arrived at Woy Woy and all the Bogans got off, what a surprise. I lay down for a bit again, now that there was space on the seat, it felt good. We got to Gosford, I got off, I think the others stayed on the train, I don't know, I was feeling a bit seedy again, and just wanted to get home, so I staggered across the platform, up the stairs, through the ticket gates, whcih were all open, so my mates with no tickets (that bought singles, and didn't buy one at Central to get back) were ok, if they'd got off here. I should have just got a single, I got ripped off for money I could have wasted in the Casino :-)

I got back to my bike, the pillion pegs were down (which I know were not when I parked it), the saddle bag was open (maybe I left open when I got my McDonalds out, but I don't think so, I would have closed it when I put my gloves in there), and the blinker was on when I turned the key on, hmm, i think someone's been pissing about here. Everything was there (gloves and tools still in the saddle bag), so I didn't care. I geared up, and rode home somehow and deiced to right this. (Very badly, it's just taken me 2 hours to rewrite/fix it).

My mouth tastes shitty, I can feel all nasty cigar in it, I fell very seedy, and really annoyed about missing out on that money.

The main thing that annoys me about missing out on that money, is that I recently had a dream that I won a lot of money, and I had to go into an office to get a cheque for my winnings. I think I was supposed to win that money, I got jacked because my coordination was not right, maybe this is fate telling me to stop drinking or something.

Anyway, I'm going to bed now, it's 6am, the sun is up, and the birds are making noise. Crappy New Year.

Oh, last wallet check: no notes, a bunch of change: $16.10 worth ($12 in dollar coins). So I started with $72.40, and ended up with $16.10, which means I spent $56.30.. not too bad, except for the fact I won that $33, and it's not here, so I actually spent $89.30