Save me from Buckets of Rum.

This is my last night in South East Asia, and suppose it would be fitting to get plastered. I'm in Bangkok after all.

I seem to speak to a lot of pairs of German girls. Never over 22. At some point (time has slipped into a different perspective for me), I was chatting to a few, and they said to me;

'do you realise you start off every story with, "I was getting drunk ..."?'

My first thought was, how dare you?

Then I thought, how Australian am I?

I can imagine that there are some of you out there who might object to this home truth, but we are foul mouthed, drinking, purging sons of criminals.

And I can't wait to see you all.

TO THE BUILDERS!