Unleashing the Inner Bogan

OK, so I got back to OJ & was brimming with cub-like anticipation…

Unfortunately for Cub-fetish, my return corresponded with Benny’s 7^th birthday – a rather large event in a child’s life in the Philippines (the Child Brides Homeland) and despite her total ocker Australian-ness we had a rather large (combined) birthday soiree for both the boys.

The event was celebrated with the traditional BBQ & me consumption of vast amounts of alcohol…

This event was then topped off with a monster truck rally on the Sunday.  As we all know these events are nothing more than an organised crushing of old crappy cars by massive V8 behemoths… with some freestyle motocross thrown in for good measure, but it is kinda cool. Especially the Jet powered van & the destruction of a car by repeatedly dropping it from a crane at great height!

Danny & his Monster truck experience...

Danny loved the Raptors Rampage” & made his Mum by him a T shirt to celebrate! The weather was bloody freezing & to be honest, I got a tad bored towards the end… it was about half an hour too long (IMHO) & as I didn’t pay for the tickets (The Child Bride did) I wasn’t concerned with the cost… but the boys loved it…

Yep; a delivery Van with a Rolls Royce jet engine mounted in the back...cool!

 Anyway, for those of you not in OZ, a bogan is the OZ term for what our American brothers would term “Trash” think of such luminaries as Shane Warne, Kerry Packer & almost any Australian tourist in an Ozzy footy top (especially if they are covered in Tattoos...). Well an event like the Monster trucks certainly unleashed the inner bogan of quite a few of my acquaintances!

So that was the first few days of the break stuffed, so as of Monday the Cub Fetish would be able to be acted on & that is what my next post will be about!

Cheerio
Leigh