You little beauty

Crikey! The best thing about day drinking is that sometimes it leads to night drinking, and how good is it when you're in the Pub and your oldest sticks his face into yours and says 'Hay old mas what's happening to your Swannie's' while your mob is down by 27 bloody points in the last quarter.

Then you just sit back and watch goal after goal brings the Maggie's closer and closer until you watch their lead Disappear quicker than a packet of Tim tams! And to be honest I was sweating more than a blind lesbian at a morning fish market, but then suddenly the siren rings out and yours truly has taken the win from the young bloke.

YOU LITTLE BLOODY RIPPER!!!