Your friend and mine, the A.J. / climber / squash legend / sayer of odd things extraordinaire, Cameron Alexander, is off on a jaunt with no time limit over the seas! Yet another mate who's packing up and buggering off to those "other" countries out there!
Half ya luck! I'm going to have to start nailing my friends feet to the ground to stop them shipping out - sheesh.
Anyway: drinks, dinner, more drinks and dancing a funky jig are on the cards. We're descending on Fortitude Valley (Garuvas Hidden Resturant to be exact) this arvo, and I plan to be in crazy-go-nuts mode until I fall into a pseudo-coma state, several hours after that. I'm assuming The Family is on the cards, which means I have a (by now) 50% chance of having a long night; I've been refused entry as many times as I've been let in.
Perhaps it's becuase I'm never super-clammy or have my pupils dilated enough.
Kicking Cameron out of the Country
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