The History of the house dates back to November, 2001, when Richard, Dugald, Kegan and Benny, four mates who all went to school together, all moved into the best house that 4 young 20-something bachelors could ever dream of. It had huge living spaces, massive verandas, and the potential for some great times. The boys moved in during end-of-year uni holidays, which paved the way for a massive amount of alcohol to be consumed, with a little help from their friends of course. On one such fateful evening, about two weeks after the boys moved into the house, Richard decided to go for a pack of cigarettes in his new Nissan 300zx, and after a bottle of wine and a bottle of Bacardi, and in full view of all of his mates (and all of their new neighbours!), turned the car into a permanent fixture of the Bonneydoon landscape. The Housewarming was the first big drinks the boys had at the house, and this quickly led to a reputation in Bonney Ave as the Troublemakers from 166, helped also by Richard's excellent driving skills. The housewarming was also the boys first real experience at a massive, hungover cleanup, of which the boys encountered many, however, a quick trip down to Albion McDonalds for a greasy Sunday morning feed was the perfect remedy. The Boys also managed to acquaint themselves with their next door neighbours, the Baptist Church, by having a number of drunken spews over the veranda in full view of the Sunday morning congregation. Benny also managed to introduce himself to one of the young female neighbours across the road, much to the delight of the other boys. 

It was within these first few months that the boys really began to experience what life was like living out of home, and by now everyone had started to notice each others annoying little habits (rinse your f@#king plate!), which led to the establishment of the Bonneydoon Manifesto, a list of rules that was written on the fridge that outlined the do's and don'ts of the house. These rules were also established to discourage the high number of freeloading mates who still lived at home with their parent's, and felt the need to be at the house every moment of the day, and help themselves to lunch and a Beer (hmm, hmm Coxy).

The boys spent lots of time amusing themselves by throwing frisbees to each other from either side of Bonney Avenue, or by playing some ferocious games of table tennis (no thanks to the fat bitch who broke the table!), which led to many tournaments to decide who was the best (I think Cohn beat Spewer in the final - see Kegan's Dislikes). They also continued to smack a lot of alcohol on the verandah of the 'Doon, and upset the neighbours some more. 

In June of 2002, Schrodes accepted a job offer to move to Sydney, which vacated a bedroom for Dougy to move in with his trundle bed and all of his other belongings. Having become an unofficial fifth housemate over the previous six months with the amount of time he had spent there, Doug was right at home.

In September, Dugald decided that he would rather pass up the best house in the world so that he could move home and live in an environment suitable for him to study for uni exams, but also so he could save some money to fuel another of his spending sprees, which has since produced an X-box and added some garments to one of the most expensive designer wardrobes ever witnessed to man, and there is still talk of an MG or a Sprite or some sort of expensive flashy little car. This opened the door for Mr David Gorman, a complete stranger to the rest of the occupants, who bought with him a large array of useful electronic entertainment equipment, and the ability to consume excessive amounts of alcohol on a regular (try every night for his first 43 nights in the house!) basis. Dave also introduced the boys to the greatness of 'Warnie' (Shane Warne's Cricket 99, Playstation), which resulted in many hotly contested battles as to who is the best at smashing each other out of the park. (Remember boys, it's not about the game you play, it's about who can sledge your opponent the most) 

But Dugald would return to Bonneydoon on a regular basis, as he was fed up with living at home again after only one week. The boys entered a team in the Premier touch competition, called 'The Bonneydoon Tiprats', named after a reference to Neville 'fucking' Bartos from Chopper Read in the movie 'Chopper', which was one of the boys favourites. The team barely won a handful of games, but they managed to earn a reputation as the biggest bunch of agro hot-heads in the tournament, and had a player sin-binned or sent off at least once a game, and they were pretty much hated by all the referees and opposing teams for their over-aggressive style of play.

Then, in November, the boys received what they all had dreaded - a note form the real estate agent to say that the house was to be vacated so that the new loser minister from the church and his stupid family could move in and destroy what the fellas had worked so hard to build. This lead to a large amount of searching to find a 4 bedroom house that could live up to the reputation that the 'Doon had achieved. The boys searched all over Brisbane (even out past Carindale) for a house that could accommodate their unique style. A chance stroke of luck (thanks must go to Dugald and Katie) led the boys back to a house that Dave and Benny had earlier passed over. The Boys had found themselves a 5 bedroom house with city views, verandas, swimming pool, in-door spa, and was in close proximity to all of their mates. This left the fifth bedroom for Jono, who with a number of clever mathematical strategies (including the "plan that best works for Jono the Cheapskate" Plan's #1,#2 + #3) solved the problem of how much rent he would pay and accepted the boys offer. So on the 11th of December, the boys took over their new house at Fosbery St, and now the legend lives on. Since moving in, the boys have begun to like the concept of spending hot days sitting in the pool, and the idea of having a spa is great encouragement for getting young female friends to strip down to their underwear (every so often they'll go nude!) and join the boys for a bit of fun (thanks to Louise, Simone, Emma, Kim, Jana, Karola, the other Louise, Sal, Helen, Fi, Bec and there have probably been others who have been kind enough to do so too!) 

The boys have also taken their love of 'Warnie' out into the local cricket nets, where they can slog each other as far as they want, and bowl at each other as fast as they can (Apologies to all the boys from Benny, who has bowled way too many short pitched deliveries and inflicted a number of injuries, he just struggles with the concept of landing the ball on the pitch [stick with the baseball, mate] particularly to Kegan - sorry about the ribs, hand, leg, knee, foot and forearm mate, it was an accident.) 

Doug moved out at the end of February of 2003, and Mike moved in sometime in March.

See you at Fosbery Street drinks sometime soon!

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