The Boringst. A word that springs to mind when you think first of a sleepy seaside town in WA- boring. Then a doctors' drug-dinner- which must be boringer. And a little dance during that dinner then is the utter pits, so mind-numbing that the performance gets rated on the Glasgow Coma Scale.

Not so! The medical preamble was mercifully brief, with only the new toffee-flavoured antiosteoporosis drugs for kids worth mentioning. A new weapon in the fight against crumblebones, and the drinks were fee-free!

More and more people showed up- you'd never guess that the Hospital had a staffing problem at all.

As a sideline, rumour had it that Luke -already the town's fave lust-object thanks to his prowess on the footy-field, Marty ( bronzed Ozzie surfgod) and Woollie ( British charm & style to make Sean Connery look like a Lager Lout) would be going The Full Monty! So I spent the week explaining to many a disappointed lady that the ability to apply a band-aid did not really qualify one as medical staff.

Anyway. After the pizza & pasta, the music was turned up and the Trio emerged from their chambers. In inimicable style, they moved from left to right, with a coordinated skip and hop. As the chorus of the song came around, the influence of Marisa was seen in the wild abdominal gyrations. Girls swooned.

'I never thought we'd make it' said Luke at the post-performance party. 'Those large tattoos hurt like hell' added Marty. 'Rather enchanting, I say! 'concluded Woollie.