| Trip 2001 |
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| And so was learnt the evils of drink. Or rather the evils of mixing drinks.. It wasn't actually this brand of potcheen that we had our hands on. But Potcheen of any kind will do. Take one part potcheen add vodka.. any flavour and mix... Sip, slurp, or slug it back and soon you will not remember much at all. |
| After the bowling we all came home and got down to the serious business of having a few drinks. The fatal mistake was in thinking it was a grand idea to bring back potcheen from Ireland. |
| Hello Honey.. says Mike.. as we sit down to a drink or three. |
| Before I left Australia I had told q about my exploration of the tourist shops and how I had seen tanned and cured kangaroo scrotums turned into little bags. "Oooo can i have one," he'd pleaded. And so I got one.. He sniffed, he licked, and finally unable to stand it any longer he stuck it in his gob.. the look of sheer pleasure on his face said it all.. |
| I don't know much about this photo except I must have taken it. I'm afraid I'd fallen under the spell of the potcheen by this stage. I remember nothing... But since I was the only other person in the van and I have the negatives.... I guess I took it. Watch out if you mix your drinks is all I can say.. |