aaah yes, a fine evenin’ last nite at the seacrest hostel… Ted the multi-taskin’, spit roast king, (and co) laid on a feast and festivities splendid at the seacrest homestead over lookin the bay and all were merry and splendorous… fire twirled and the belly dancer danced while rope was skipped and football kicked aboot.. [...]

yo ho ho!!! just got in (to the internet cafe that is) from a stint of buskin’… ’twas made all the more enjoyable by the 4000 harley davidsons (i kid you not) in town for a gathering down the road… orsum!!! tho noisey. jammed with a grand chap by the name of Martin on [...]