Bits of Waddos' Head

Here's a bunch of photos from the last 14 weeks, or whatever it is since I last did this. If you hover your curser over them you should get a brief explanation of what you are looking at or click on it make it big...

So things have been somewhat busy, but I notice that this blog is still getting plenty of hits... (why? I don't know...) As you can see from the pics, I am still working at Garden Island. Things are going ok. This ship will be leaving the dock in the next week or so, so maybe I'll get some more up to date pics soon.

I'm not drinking at the Vegas Lounge in the Cross anymore, I've barred it... Reason - I was having a few quite ones, with a workmate, on a Friday afternoon. It came the time when it was his shout so he ordered them at the bar, as you do. After the bar maid poured them she asked him for ID... Being 27 years old, my colleague said that he didn't have it on him because he had been at work and that he was 27 and didn't think he needed it. She then refused him service and told him he had to leave on the grounds that you must be carrying photographic ID to drink in that pub! We had already been in the pub for 1/2 an hour and had 2 schooners by this stage. He came back and told me what happened. I said that that was bullshit and went to the bar as was quickly served the 2 beers no questions asked. After returning to our seats the barmaid and the manager(ess) came over and told me that I shouldn't have bought those beers and gave me my money back for my colleagues and then threw him out. I argued that because I knew him and knew that he was well over 18 that i had ever right to buy him a beer, and that the security guards new that we were regulars and over 18, but that made no difference, he still had to go. So I was left sitting there dumbfounded. Otherrs in the pub were also shocked! I gathered my thoughts, picked up my beer and slammed it down on the bar declaring that they could stick it their fat arses, I don't want it or even be in this shithole anymore, and that I would never come back, and walked out. What a fucking joke. That pub is full of Junkies, Dealers, Dropkicks and all the dregs of society and they pick on us. Well they can get fucked, I'm not going back. Instead, I drink in Woolloomooloo. You might find me at the Frisco, Tilbury, Woolloomooloo Bay, Bells or all of them in one night. And yes I am enjoying it a lot more than that other sess pit! I wish there was an emoticon of ficking the 'bird'...