What? You want a nutt?

I haven't blogged for a while which is terrible I know. I've let so many down....

Not too much exciting has happened, except that I got a gig on "I'm a celebrity, get me out of here" which is filming at Murwillumbah from the 10th of November. Should be fun. I'm a camera assistant on one of the field crews, which means we'll be climbing trees and hiding in the dirt filming people in a voyeuristic kind of way.

I lost my wallet the other day at the movies (the second time in 6 weeks, and before the first I had never lost one) and it really sux. Can't do anything that involves cash. Urrrrr.

I haven't been riding much either, which is pretty shit, because Kooralbyn's coming up on the weekend and I'm pretty out of shape. I did a lap of Coot-tha yesterday and didn't have too much trouble with it, so maybe I'll be okay. It was fairly hot (1230pm) and I didn't die so that's a good sign right? Oh dear......

Last night was interesting. Ando and myself were staggering back from the Paddo, en route to MaccyD's for a not so chilly quarter pounder and these two douchebags that were pissed as were walking towards us. We started laughing about how they looked 'Munted' and then they tried to go us! Idiots. They were just swinging punches everywhere and couldn't fight and all I remember of it was stepping back from one dude who was swinging, then grabbing his mate in some kind of head-hold and trying to rip his fucking head off, then Ando broke it up and tried to be responsible. We didn't throw any punches and I don't even think Ando got hit. Good thing he was there, because I wanted to hurt them a lot. Anyway all i got out of it was a ripped shirt, and it was one that's had a pretty long run anyway. What sort of stupid numnuts would take on Ando and I anyway? They would've only been 70kg's a piece. You'd have to be nuts. I wouldn't take on Ando. Tools.