We had a lovely time yesterday biking between the bars of the inner north and drinking the sweet sweet google beer.
Except for Che who got shot in the gut by the enraged groundskeeper at Wests Turner who caught him standing in the sand at the edge of the green.
OK, so he’d actually had bits cut out of him by quacks the day before and got nothing worse than a stern talking to at the bowlo.
In any event there was lots of beer…
And lots of bikes…
And a fun day was had by all.