Summer, At Last

Summer is finally among us. Good times to be had by all. After having a pretty shifty semester that involved too much procrastination, way too many Mothers and missing too many social events I am glad Summer is here. Hadn't seen most of the gang since Kal Cup (great weekend) and probably hadn't seen a few of the boys since July so it's good to be back home. The dreaded Thesis caused me to miss Wedge which was pretty devastating. Also missed other events such Oktoberfest, 3 mexican's 21sts and half of the Gold Coast trip. Anyway, enough of this bitching, I'm just glad that shit is over.

Word on the grapevine is that Brother Birdy was the newest member of the clan to visit the pristine location known as Wedge. Could he be paving the way for Sparrow to make an appearance? Unlikely you say! Well, stranger things have happened, like the things Scott does on a daily basis. I've recently come across his Twitter account. Check this crazy shit out. You might need an account to view his somewhat bizarre Twitter usage. Diji has also been speaking of going and staying in Sydney with his lesbian aunties for a while due to extreme boredom. While I was still doing Uni work I wondered how he could possibly be bored and I thought of all the things I could do over Summer. Turns out I'm bored. Anyway, back to Diji going to Sydney... His recent behaviour has suggested he's going over to meet a girl and there are rumours circulating that Biggles has been giving him tips on Biggles' tried and proven approach to the situation. Regardless, Scott's inability to organise his own lunch, let alone his own holiday, could be his biggest downfall. Time is ticking Diji, you could prove your critics wrong.

Last weekend was pretty decent. Made a banner for goat which inspired some miraculous fielding by him. Must have drank around 40 beers between the spectators, which isn't a bad effort for a lazy Saturday afternoon.

Hopefully Goat get's dropped to C grade this week so we don't have to travel all the way to Mundaring to show our love. Also hoping that Goat scores a tonne so he gets some spark back in his life. He always goes wild after big sporting achievements ( Footy Grand Final, LOL). Goat has definitely seemed very subdued and reserved lately and a century or 5 wicket haul is just what the doctor ordered. The night was decent as well. Bird became the first person to successfully pull off "The Creep" which may inspire Goat to have another crack at it. After leaving Metros we were lucky enough to skip the massive taxi line and get straight into a waiting Maxitaxi. Lodge thought it was appropriate to stir up the other people in the queue by reminding them how long they would have to wait for a taxi as we walked to the front of the line. Funny shit, reminded me of the Lodge of old before the Brown Bear days.

Lodge departs for Canada soon. Have to have a bbq or something son! Should be pretty sweet (and cold). All the best son. I am looking forward to 2010. Start working and actually earning some decent money. Being a poor Uni student sucks balls. I'll be able to finally get rid of this

and get something like this

Currently looking at houses in Kalgoorlie with a few of the boys. This is one that we are looking at. It's quite pimp.

The balcony overlooking the racecourse is pretty cool. Hopefully we get it.

During the Gold Coast Trip I decided to write a diary blog. Problem is I only wrote one entry hahaha. Here it is in all of it's glory...

Day 1

Goat, Jim and I got to the airport at about 5.50AM and met up with Hodgins 1, Hodgins 2 and Julius. Surprisingly the Mexicans were not targeted by staff with regards to drug smuggling , border jumping etc and we made it to Adelaide smoothly. The flight was pretty boring, pretty sure virgin use planes that were made in the 1950’s. Goat joined the Mile High Club with his good friend Mrs Palmer. Adelaide looked pretty shifty, don’t know why anybody would live there!

Finally touched down on the Gold Coast at around 2.30 PM. There were Schoolies everywhere. I considered pulling the “Toolies 09” pose that Scott suggested but thought it probably wasn’t the best Idea. Didn’t have a clue where our Apartment was, luckily the crazy Indian taxi driver had a GPS. The taxi driver was an absolute nutter, weaving in and out of traffic and exceeding the speed limit by 40km/hr in the city while he talked in some crazy Indian language on his phone. Hodgins 1 and I didn’t have seatbelts and we were fearing for our lives. Finally arrived at the apartment and the fare was close to 70 bucks. Ridiculous. The apartment is alright, nothing too fancy but it’s in a pretty decent location. There were only four beds and there are 6 of us so I went and got this old, dodgly fold out bed with a ripped mattress. Apparently going and getting the bed meant I should be the one sleeping on it. Decided to go check out the giant shopping centre that’s across the road from the apartment. The number of girls and the quality of the girls was a shock to the system. Definitely been in Kalgoorlie for too long.

Started drinking in the late arvo and caught a bus into town. Went to a place called the Beer Garden and then to a random club. Coronas were only 5 bucks which I think turned out to be a little too tempting. Last memory of the night ends here.

Day 2

Woke up face down on the floor under a table with a condom tucked under my chin and drawings on my arm. Worked out I must have drank about 5 litres of beer and 2 shots of spirits last night. I went to the beach while the others slept. When I got back Goat was wearing a Gimp mask, very disturbing.

Goatman has also purchased a new superduper fancy electric razor. Might have to start calling him "Man" soon.

This Summer's Agenda

• First off....Eat Fillet
• Hopefully another Wedge trip for those of us that weren't fortunate enough to participate in the first 1
• BBQ's
• Probably won't be any drinking....not
• Goat better score a century
• Diji will live an alternative lifestyle with his Aunties.
• Actually try to get fit for footy this year.

A lack of funds was looking like it could place a limitation on the fun factor of this Summer but luckily I put my thinking cap on and applied for a credit card. They have offered me a $9500 limit hahaha. This could be trouble.

Some random pics from recent times

I joined the Sneaky fan club

MATTERS OF IMPORTANCE

Throw up some Ideas for Goatman's banner this week.

• Come on Goat, do something! You're not out there to eat grass!!!!!!

Pre Wedge Blog '09

We're finally down to the homestretch. Exams are over, Goat and Jim have finished their thesis' and Trav is going to pull a triple All-Nighter to finish his. Wedge is only a couple of days away and things are still yet to be fully confirmed, however, it looks highly likely that we will be leaving on Sunday at around 11am or so, from Goat's house. Actually, now that I think about it, Jim's parents were going to meet us in Lancelin between 4pm - 5pm (i think). Which leaves us with two options or maybe three.

Options
1. All leave Goat's around 2pm, wait in Lancelin for Jim's parents to come with the 4wd, then all head up to Wedge in one convoy.

2. All leave Goat's between 12 - 2pm, the convoy then splits as one continues onto Wedge to set everything up and the other waits for Jim's parents in Lancelin. Then after the changeover, they head off to Wedge and arrive that evening with the shack already set-up.

3. First convoy leaves Goat's mid-morning and heads straight up to Wedge. Jim's convoy leaves mid-afternoon, swaps over with Jim's parent's 4wd, then heads up to Wedge that evening.

Please express your opinions on this subject!

Shit to bring
- Gas bottle with fuel
- Eski
- Towel
- Immunity idol or necklace
- Sandboard
- Music
- Jason Currie
- Coinage for ice
- Hair removal cream (for Goat)
- Cameras would be good














Hidden Creek
Come to the Sacred Hills Hood meeting place this Saturday at 5:30PM for the usual pre-Wedge meeting. All are welcome. If you don't know directions, ask a Hills Hood Original for a map.

Uni can suck my balls

Now that I finished uni for the year, I thought i'd write a blog to waste some time. So yesterday I finished what will be my second last exam for uni. It felt good. And on friday I handed in my thesis. So now I am catching up on my sleep from the last month which has sucked so much balls, its even sucked more than elton john. But now my last exam has finished and my thesis is done, my thoughts turned to wedge. How awesome will it be? Who will be there? What crazy antics will go down? How many fires will scott light and cause the wedge fire brigade attend?

I hope the answers to these questions will be totally, everybody from the hills hood clan, wierd stuff and none. So we better start planning this. Theres a group on facebook but I think everybody is busy so no one is talking. But hopefully this gets the ball rolling.

So anyway, I'm going to celebrate and hope that all of you kick ass in whatever your doing. And i hope u all make it to wedge

To Catch A Predator

To continue with the theme from my previous blog of no time to do my thesis, i've just spent the last 8 hours creating a video for NBC's Dateline. Hope you all enjoy.

Wedge n other crazy stuff

In follow up from diji's recent AGM summary, I felt it would be good to get every1 pumped about wedge again. Diji's as pumped as ever, and is even keen to share a bed with Banyard if thats what it takes for this wedge trip to occur. Seeing this wedge trip could quite possibly be the last (lets hope not), it is important that we get a full contingent up there - I'm looking at you Bird and Sparrow! After doing some quick calculations, we've worked out that we will have a likely of 12 spaces available, although 10 is probably the ideal number for three cars. I reckon there are about 8 beds, with 3 being doubles, which caters for the biggles-jane and lodge-beck combos. Confirmed guests are diji, dark diji, jism, trav and myself, with main contenders for the remaining positions coming in the form of the previously mentioned couples, bird and sparrow. If you're keen, or wanna confirm a placement, speak to the diji, as he is the main man this year.

If other news, I have 9 days to start and complete a thesis. And during these 9 days I will be traveling to and from Kalgoorlie twice, going to events such as the AusIMM Annual Dinner and Octoberfest and playing cricket on saturday. Maybe I should have started sooner.

Speaking of cricket, I crabbed it on the weekend, getting out for 5, which although being my highest score in b grade to date, was dismal seeing I was middling everything. Apart from that I think this could be the season where I finally score some serious runs, and score that elusive tonne.

A new family guy season has started recently and trav makes a guest appearance as quagmire. Also Peter turns jewish. Rather humerous.

Anyway I best get back to work, but be warned a new blog will be coming soon.

AGM Recap

The recent Hills Hood AGM was held on Saturday the 26th of September and was a successful meeting. An invitation was sent out to all Hills Hood hopefuls via facebook the night before. All but three attended.
Attendees:
From the Hills - Trav and Jism
From the Hood - Myself and Goat

Four members were present, therefore the quorum was met and the meeting was effective. There was only one item on the agenda; When should we go to Wedge. It was voted by a unanimous decision that Wedge should take place after GC<17, and sometime during the month of December.

This is the video that Trav 'MEANT' to send



PS. I am working on getting some more footage of Connie. I nearly got her to lash last Friday, causing her to call me a Bastard. Also, Connie does Karaoke LOL! I am going to try and get some footage of this also.

Not long....

Not long now until Summer, when life's stresses will disappear and the beer will flow freely. I am looking forward to spending the Summer in Perth after the last two have been spent slaving away at the bottom of a mine! However before Summer arrives there are the dreaded Uni assessments to complete. Thankfully I have no exams, although if Uni assignments were described in terms of mountains I think it'd be safe to say that I am confronted with Mt Everest. I have been avoiding conquering Mt Everest by reading stories of others misfortune at http://www.fmylife.com and watching videos of paedophiles being caught red handed. This video is an absolute classic the guy is my idol, he's caught trying to kiddy fiddle for the second time on national TV and all he has to say for himself is "ooops". If only we could all be so carefree!

As some of you might already be aware I have recently fallen in love with a beautiful, intelligent, blonde, European girl. You can see her here.

The Kalgoorlie Cup was a great weekend as already mentioned in the previous couple of posts. The city boys got a true taste of Kalgoorlie life with some ripper stories involving Emu Export, drunk Aboriginals and general disorderly behaviour. Diji was re-introduced to a girl that he'd met in Europe a couple of years back. Chances are he'll see her again next weekend, could this be some kind of sign? Could meeting the same person by chance in three different cities be a coincidence? I think not!

Extreme inebriation caused me to commit a stupid act. Funny at the time but in hindsight ridiculously stupid. If there turns out to be no consequences then I retract the "stupid act" statement however old Bill seems quite set on replacing the whole kitchen flooring and making somebody pay for it. Just got to play my cards right and I should be fine.

Anyway it was a pretty damn good weekend with stories that we'll have for the rest of our lives and the top dog even stating " Hillshood has never been stronger!"

Last weekend I ventured back to my homeland of Perth. The trip was long overdue as Kalgoorlie was beginning to get on my nerves and it was good to catch up with friends and family. Tim has died his hair and it didn't take long for the Bruno jokes to begin. Also met Tim's cougar girlfriend who seemed alright. Cougar stayed around for tea one night. I realized that chances are she uses my seat at the dinner table while I'm away so I made a dash to beat them to the table to secure my prized seat. However Mum had other ideas and tried to make me sit at the end of the table. Luckily Dad offered to sit in the shifty spot as "It's the best spot to watch the TV" otherwise I might be attending my Mum's funeral right now as opposed to writing this blog. I used to tease Scott about having his spot at the table stolen by Stewie's Mrs, now I realize it is no laughing matter. Under no circumstance should a man have to put up with his spot at the dinner table being stolen!

While in Perth I also made a couple of trips to the sacred site called Hidden Creek. As I rode my bike down the bush track I was taken back to my younger years when there wasn't so much stress, and life was simpler. Actually we were in the middle of TEE and had to choose which path our life would take so maybe it was just as stressful, but younger years none the less. On Friday night Scott and I made the trip to the sacred creek that divides the Hills from the Hood. After an absence of over 12 months it was good to return to the spiritual homeland. Now don't get me wrong, Hidden Creek is nothing special, it's an average creek at best but it represents more than seasonal rain running down a hill. It represents a longstanding friendship between a bunch of blokes from the Hills and a bunch of blokes from the hood. While at the creek Scott issued an invitation for fellow HH members to meet at the creek the following evening.

After drinking way too many beers while watching the Grand Final at Browny's we almost decided to cancel the inaugural Hillshood AGM. Jim and Goat convinced us to keep our date with destiny and again I jumped on my bike to ride down the mountain, only this time I was drunk like a skunk. I made it to the meeting destination without stacking it which was surprising and was soon joined by Goat and Diji who made their way up the hill from the slums. Jim, who had never been to the creek before found his way after getting some directions via mobile phone. Jim was impressed by this outback hideaway and quickly noticed the soul cleansing properties of the Hidden Creek water. A few beverages were consumed before sunset forced us to part ways. A combination of being drunk and also being too lazy to ride up the hill resulted in me deciding to hold onto Jim's car and get towed up the hill. Glad I wasn't run over or caught by the police! Oh well, lived to see another day..

Now I have my new 12 Mp camera I decided to take some pictures of the sacred site, the 4 Mp camera just wouldn't give the creek the justice it deserves. Enjoy

And I leave you with an artist's impression of what Goat looked like at 2 Pm at the Kalgoorlie Cup!

The revenge of the anti nerds

Gather round my children and let me tell you a glorious story about a perfect spring afternoon. It was in Kalgoorlie at the world famous Kalgoorlie Cup. The day started off well with everyone behaving sensibly before the piss was hit hard. The next few hours have been described below but the result of goat locking himself in his room and sleeping caused controversy. This meant he wasn't able to compete in the hills hood drinking competition at wherever we went that night. Long story short, Scott put up a gallant effort but with Trav carrying two empty kegs home (which he finished himself) the result was obvious. With hood wanting to hold their honour, the reigning cancer trophy champions decided that cricket was the way to try and earn back the respect which was lost in the old town of Kalgoorlie. So a challenge was set.

Fast forward a week and on the last Sunday in September, the cancer trophy was placed on the line again. The signs were looking good for the hood when before the game, the goat pulled off 2 awesome shots while taking on trav in tennis, although some would say they were lucky. But that was where the day started going bad. First up they lost the toss and got put into bat on a challenging wicket. Over the next 50 overs and 7 hours, some of the greatest tennis court cricket was played with some of the most solid defensive techniques in place. These defense methods were mainly the block the ball with your body if its on the stumps showing the true courage of all participants. But there could be only one winner. With the hood having set the hills 8 runs to win off the last innings.

The hills quickly lost their first wicked leaving the run chase in a precarious position. But the true heart shown by their members got them closer and closer to the target. Eventually only one run was needed for the win. As continual flesh counts occurred, the battered and bruised hills members chose to end it with a magnificent glide between bat and pad straight into the ground and promptly ran through for the tight single. The goat who was fielding too close did not have enough time to react as trav ran the single quicker than usain bolt could have and made it home comfortably prompting massive celebrations in the region. Immediately there were complaints from a certain hood member that the run out was actually out but he got shut down.

So that is the glorious story of how the hills reinforced the losing attitude of the hood. I'm pretty sure now the hood have no titles but challenges will be expected. Not in drinking though. They got no hope. I see the only option for them is to retire and bring in the new generation of hood members. Rat girl, that trashy pregnant 14 year old, the petrol sniffers and the fellas from just round the corner. The hills wishes these members good luck

Kalgoorlie Cup '09

12 months after deciding against the 6 hour laborious trip east to the wife-beater and export capital of Western Australia, Kalgoorlie, we decided that the long journey was worth it if it meant we would get a chance to see the infamous 'Creep' move performed by Goat.

The trip was very long and very boring but Bird kept the crew happy with his retro 90s remixes. Jism made an early statement by downing a 12-inch monster seafood sub in Merriden, very controversial. As Jism was still finishing his super-sub we sped past a cop car which did a U-turn and turned on the sirens. I thought I was fucked but luckily the cops couldn't catch us and pulled over the 4wd behind which was also
speeding.

When we did finally arrive in K-Goorlie we followed Goat's directions and ended up nowhere near Agricola College.
"Turn left at the 3rd traffic lights" Goat.
There's like four traffic lights in the whole town and you still can't even get it right Goat! I guess we should just be happy that he wasn't asleep like the rest of the weekend haha! We all went to subway on the way because Goat had promised to cook us dinner which we were very skeptical about, it was surprisingly decent.

We went out soon after Goat's feast to check out the town. It was pretty packed and we were all surprised to see decent girls out. Funniest shit when all Goat and Trav's uni mates commented on how shocked they were to see Goat out lol. We all got fairly smashed and headed from Judds to De Bernales, nearly got into a couple of fights along the way. Goat left soon after getting into DEBO's followed by Jim, we were all unhappy with Goat's performance so decided to give Goat a late night beatdown.


We got home pretty late after planning a low-key night, then went in for the kill at Goat's room. The Top Dog next door to Goat's was angry that we woke him up and threatened to sanction Trav, so Trav ran through the hallway screaming and shouting haha. Some other random shit happened, but you must understand Goat, that BRITTANY IS HOT!

FAST FORWARD


Saturday, woke up realised my car keys were gone. I was pretty drunk the night before and thought I must of just chucked them in the room somewhere, no big deal. Jim woke me up by throwing up right outside my window. I soon realised that my car had mine and Bird's sunnies which was annoying as fuck. KALGOORLIE CUP MOTHER FUCKER! Snuck a couple of flaskies in and hit the wine from the start, smashed that down pretty quick so Jim and I went back for some more.

30 MINUTES LATER

Jism and I come back with another couple of bottles of wine and find Goat smashed. WTF? I have not seen Goat drunk for soo long it was a surreal experience. We met some girls from the guild who were complaining about being woken up last night by some yobbos screaming and shouting outside their rooms LOL. The races were good, Bird raked in some decent money and re-ignited his TAB addiction. Goat supposedly
got kicked out and we pretty much didn't see him again that night apart from a BEATDOWN.



Goat locked himself in his room, closed the curtins, turned off the lights and passed out at 8pm. He woke up with 43 missed calls. This was definitely the most controversial and the worst form of the whole trip. We went out again that night without Goat, back to Judds and DEBOs, met up with Sneaky and her hot friend, Trav and Jism stayed out and ventured to the Palace (Kalgoorlie Paramount), I was chased by some coons. Called Goat up for like the 30th time (literally) and went up to his for some late night Zombie action.

We were smashing out the Zombies, had double lazer and everything when we heard this loud, metallic banging outside the room. The door opens and this huge keg of TEDs drops on the floor.
" Oii man I carried two Kegs back and gave one to this abbo in the park"
That's not even the funniest part! Before we left DEBOs, Sneaky and her friend repeatedly told us not to wake them up that night. Trav and I go into the kitchen right outside the common room where they were sleeping and Trav throws the keg up in the air, smashing into the concrete floor. It pretty much woke everyone in Agricola College up, Hi-Larious!



Next morning whilst I was playing Zombies with Goat, Jim wakes up, walks onto the balcony and throws up everywhere. Classic Jism. I was freaking out pretty badly Sunday morning because didn't know how the fuck we were going to get home without any car keys. Luckily a good Samaritan handed them into the Police Station. All in all it was a Fucking good weekend!

Other Funny Shit
- We went to the Police Station Saturday night after the races, asked if they had my keys, he said no, as we were walking off Trav throws a can of wine at their window followed by several rocks.
- Eddie Mabo talked to Trav for 15 minutes on how to pick up girls, how to cure cancer and some shit about sharks. He then preceded to walk inside Red Rooster and continue his conversation with T-Rav for another 10 awkward minutes. We saw him the next day in Boulder so Trav repeatedly beeped his horn and shout "Eyyy Bro" out the window.
- Goat, Goat, Goat...for shame

Jews Galore

Well it's been a while, too long in fact. I have not blogged for several months and I'm in need of my blogging fix. Anyway nothing too major has been going on, mainly planning for future events. There has been some infighting amongst HH ranks which will have to be sorted out quick smart or disciplinary action will be taking. Discussion between Diji and myself has ruled out physical punishment for Goat since he loves pain. Hopefully all the gang can attend wedge again over summer like the good old days. Would also like to see the Birdman make the northern migration although I've given up on sparrow. Diji has vowelled to do something crazy this trip so it could be an incentive for any fence sitters.

After not seeing some of the gang for several months it will be good to see them when they come out to the Kalgoorlie Cup (hopefully I remember it). Bird, Diji, Jim, Sully and possibly Will should be making the boring drive out to the thriving, awesome and loaded with hot chicks town of Kalgoorlie (kidding but it should be a good time). Sleeping arrangements will be interesting but I think every1 will be too drunk to care. Probably will end up with 5 ppl in goats bed or somethin.

Footy finals are on the doorstep. Both Railways and the cougars finished on top by a long way and it would be shit to miss out on the opportunity to play in a premiership. There's a fair chance that Goat, Diji, Sparrow, Bird and myself could all play in a premiership this year. good shit. I'm just hoping I don't get dropped, really shouldn't have played hungover that time... There's a rumour circulating that the Currie boys might be departing cougars and heading to arch rivals High Wycombe... Disgraceful!

Gold Coast should be intersting. Contrary to popular belief and to Diji's disappointment belief I don't think any of us will be getting arrested. Should be a good trip and I am eagerly awaiting the crazy antics to come. I'm sure after Wedge I'll be claiming to never drink again but I'll have to harden up. This trip could see the G-banger going wild like when he first turned 18. His wild side has layed dormant for several years and his busting to get out. I can't believe Diji turned down the opportunity to witness this.

I almost forgot about Bird's birthday. This night deserves a blog of it's own. A few of the boys headed down to freo early to book into the hotel and enjoy a few beverages before the big night. Will, myself, Browny, Birdman and Sully cruised there in Browny's car and highlights of the trip involved honking at anything that moved and parking next to mad dog. Anyway after tricking the hotel into thinking we only had 3 people in the room we headed over to Little Creatures. Little creature served up some good but expensive food and dinner conversation revolved around how much Browny looks like the kids in Short Stack and how hot one of the waitresses was. Things got a bit rowdy with the waitress encouraging us to drink more and more... very sly. Anyway we made it back to the Hotel despite the rain and freezing cold and knocked back a bottle of Jager in about 10 mins. We made our way to Benny's and the night gets a bit hazy from then on. We met up with the Currie boys and got stuck into the cocktails. Next thing we're standing in the VIP line at metros and I can't remember much after that. Apparently I wasn't seen again so not sure what happened. Apparently all the boys had a good time and Bird spent half the evening smoking cigars, not the blue veined variety though. I made it back to the Hotel first at about 1.30 I think after stopping by HJ's for 3 large onion rings hahaha. I entered the room and there was a free double bed, a free single bed and a little tiny bench turned into a makeshift bed. For some reason I chose the makeshift bed.

The next part of the story is what made the night so funny. I woke up in the middle of the night and I could hear a girl's voice. I got up to investigate and I think Bird and Sully had just woken up too. Browny was in the bathroom porking some girl he'd brought home. After some investigation it was determined she already had a kid that was probably 4 years old already. This girl seriously had no self respect. The contents of her bag had been tipped all over the floor and her shoes thrown into the pool and all she did was laugh without questioning any1. Brown and her went back to the bathroom for round 2 while the rest of us tried to sleep although it was near on impossible with her moaning in the background. They emerged half an hour later and she made every effort to keep us awake while she searched for her missing shoes. She left a little while later, shoeless, stating " This is pathetic!!!!!!!" I stole Browny's spot in the bed as it was determined he was demoted to the makeshift bench bed. I thought it would be a good opportunity to get to sleep but Browny had instantly fallen asleep and was making a sound like a dog choking. I woke up the next morning with bird claiming I had spooned him during the night and was sleep talking, all lies I think. Brown and I set off the next morning in search of replacements for the items we had eaten / broken when bird had thrown at browny. Apparently each powerade was going to cost $8.35 if the hotel had to replace it. Ridiculous. We walked all around Freo searching for the items and had to buy different items from a newsagents and a cafe. After our mammoth trip we realised that there was a little supermarket right across from the hotel. When we got back birdy was showing off the bra he had found under Sully's bed haha. Anyway we left the hotel looking ultra seedy and returned to the car only to find the parking had cost $31.50!!! Browny sweet talked the philipino and we were off to begin the hangover recovery at HJ's.

Good times had by all, looking forward to Summer

Wedge October '09

There has been a huge recent revelation in the world of Hills Hood...WEDGE TO BE BROUGHT FORWARD!! This is true, Wedge may in fact take place during the second mid semester Uni break in early October. The second Uni study break this semester is over the week commencing September the 27th through to October the 2nd, this provides a perfect window for another wild, northerly adventure.

Important Dates:
- Saturday 26th of September; AFL Grand Final and likely big night out
- Tuesday 29th of September; perhaps the most important date of the year My Graduation Ceremony

Because of these contingencies I think the best time to go would be either the following Wednesday or Thursday and come back on the Sunday or Monday (If you are willing to ditch Uni).

Confirmed Guests:
- Goat
- Trav
- DIJI

Likelys:
- Jism
- Bear

Unsures:
- Biggles
- Anyone else

Unlikelys:
- Bird
- PFCC Spaniard

Please share your opinions on this topic.

The Home Stretch

Gday fellow Hills Hood companions, I have been urged by the sly dog Travis to write a blog about my recent ordeals. Considering I haven't written a blog for several months it is probably a good idea. A lot of this shit is about Melbourne...it will probably bore you.

MELBOURNE
A couple of weeks ago I ventured to Melbourne with JP and the PFC crew (PFC does not stand for Perth footy club). We also met up with the usual suspects along with some of their mates which included a 50yr old bloke by the name of Schoey...he was a funny bloke. Anyway, we arrived on a very cold and very early Friday morning, it wasn't long before the Currie boys were arguing between themselves (pretty sure they were arguing at Perth Airport before we had even left). We made our way to our apartment in East Melbourne which we arrived around 4:40 am and since we could not check in til 2pm, we had a long wait on our hands.

JP and I decided to go exploring but the PFC crew being responsible as always, decided to wait for the reception to open. The receptionist said we would be able to check in @ 10:30 so we quite literally loitered in Melbourne Central for 2 hours...just slept on those couches in middle of shopping centre. I could honestly write a fuckload on this topic but I'll try and keep it relatively brief.

The plan which we had arranged with Bird / Browny was to meet them at Crown Casino at 2 or 3am in the morning, directly after they flew in. This did eventuate! I expected big things from the Crown's two night clubs; Fusion and Odeon . . .Well, was I wrong! After some successful gambling I met up with the rest of the crew upstairs, we lined up for fusion after seeing a huge line of 40yr + couples lining up for Odeon. I got pretty smashed that night which I generally do when I drink LIITs. We were about to go home when finally Bird and Brown rocked up, JP, crack whore, Junior and Token went home whilst the remaining four of us ventured up the infamous King St looking for strippers.

We came across Bar 20 Showgirls (they were hot strippers not dirty strippers). Some stuff happened made it home from strippers at 6am, realised JP had been raped or was in middle of drug bust, Junior was freaking out...it was a good night.














JP just before 'The Incident'

Saturday was fun, went footy, shopping, did some Parkour and four-man Indian file, was introduced to legendary Schofield and Coxy, went to Bar 20 Showgirls again, got rejected by several night clubs for having WA drivers licences and for not being dressing like a gay fucking quoff, Junior and Token disappeared, went to St Kilda..more quoffs!
Met up with the usual suspects at Crown again and yeh.

Sunday was really messy and Monday we found the greatest ever Timezone even though it is not actually a Timezone.

Anyway, I really like Melbourne and I also really like travelling..pretty keen to go somewhere at the end of the year. Any ideas??


HILLS HOOD
Basically, the Hood produced one of the greatest come from behind victories in HH Tennis Court Cricket in the game's short history. The Hood once again hold the prestigious Cancer Trophy along with the T20 Cup, but not the Brown Bear Cup. I also hear that that the Hood destroyed the Hills in a recent Badminton exhibition match. Great work Hood!


UNI
I have finally finished my Undergraduate degree at Uni, now I'm going onto my Masters. I'm pretty sure most of you guys are in your last semester or are coming close to finishing. Fuck, I'm glad it's over!


CREEP
I was really disappointed last Saturday night when I called Goat up and was informed that he was on his way home and not coming to the Capitol. I was seriously looking forward to finally seeing the legendary 'Creep' dance move actually coming to fruition. But yet again I was left disappointed. Will I ever get to see that irresistible pick up move??


WEDGE
Yes! This is the other reason why I am writing this blog. I have heard a bit of interest has been circulating around the Hills Hood about Wedge Island. The last 3 years or so we have made the pilgrimage to the sacred spot bi-anually, however, this year we have not yet gone. I think this is a good thing as we will all be craving it more come November. I thought I would never again go back there after those 'fire' incidents, I feel I have matured somewhat and would never again do such a stupid thing (lol). If we do again go back to Wedge I say we get a big crew to come which includes the likes of you BIGGLES!

I think it would be nice and relaxing to go there after exams and let loose. BUT NO BANYARD!


OTHER SHIT
Trav walked from the City (where we all were) to Fremantle, the caught a bus back to the City, then another one back to his car (near Fremantle) and arrived home at 10am Sunday morning. WTF!

Jism's 21st this weekend...BE THERE!

Goat has called me several times after a big night out, but most of which he has told me has been proven to be fallacious. Disappoing Goat.


HIDDEN CREEK
The Hills Hood AGM will be held soon at Hidden Creek to discuss Hills Hood matters, namely Wedge. Stay in touch with HH for more information.

New adventures

New adventures abound! I had thought that someone else would make a blog post about this, but apparently not! The other day, my dreams were... well ok, not fulfilled, but it was pretty cool anyway (Let's be honest if my dream in life was to play badminton, I wouldn't have too much to look forward to). Upon many attempts to coerce the hillshood crew into a game of Badminton, which has previously failed, it finally happened! I was contacted by an eager party of potential challengers, and we played a game the other day, which was good fun! I was pleasantly surprised with the skill of my 3 opponents, despite it being their first badminton liason.

Although it doesn't really count as a hillshood battle I guess, but the hood Badminton armada won a resounding victory against the forces of Hill. Admittedly it helped that Hood had a fair bit more experience on their side, but next time, I think it will be a fairer fight.

It would be good if my former Badminton compatriots could join us as well, one of which is situated in the hills area, and one more in the hood. This might appear to be of an advantage to the hood... and I'm ok with that.

We will have to play again.

Almost Done Son

The end is in sight my friends.  With less than 3 weeks left in this semester, the time is near where we can finally relax and correct our sleeping patterns.  I'm not too sure why I am even writing a blog, when I haven't even started working on an assignment due in less than a week, especially since it makes up 60% of a unit.  

Anyway onto important stuff.  Had a good win in footy on sunday, downing the top team by 41 points.  I played pretty good, although didn't influence the game as much as i'd like in the second half, probably due to my unfitness.  Pity I wont get much footy in over the next 6-8 weeks while I'm back in perth as I was starting to get some form up.  Unfortunately hood had a loss to the hills team a few weeks back, but it was mostly due to the stacking of the hills side.  I got in the best on ground but got let down by the slack midfielders in the team.  Trav's footy career seems to have hit a road block after winning the inaugural neil flood medal, with a drop in motivation the major factor for his lack of training in recent weeks.  

The Kalgoorlie crew should be returning to Perth in the near future, and Jism has already called for a HH challenge.  Not too sure how possible its gonna be with exams n stuff but I like his enthusiasm considering he is gonna lose.  

The commerce crew is off to melbourne to contract the swine flu in a couple of weeks, while Diji is expected to miss the trip due to the likelihood  that he will be admitted to rehab for his mother addiction before the trip commences.  

Anyway we will need to start planning a foreign trip for the end of the year soon, and with diji's recent statement about africa/asia, a new destination may need to be considered. 

Epidemic

News Flash " ZOMBIE FEVER HITS KALGOORLIE!!!! "I wonder if the first time Jas played zombies he knew how much of an impact that moment could have on the mining industry and possibly Australia/World. 2010 could be a year that sees 6 less graduates enter the mining industry due to too much zombie killing. Jas introduced scott ot zombies who told trav and eventually goat caught on and started the hit past time in 'goorlie with bulk ppl addicted. Could this make the mining industry go bust and induce a global depression? I don't know, maybe 1 of the commerce gods could enlighten me. 

I think Goat might be regretting having a big screen and a ps3 in his room as there always seems to be somebody keen for zombies. We've even found a way to break into his room so his lock is pretty ineffective. You knock out the slats above his door and you can lean in and unlock the door. Its kind of like zombies but goat doesn't normally get a chance to board up his door. People out here are getting pretty decent with level 18 becoming a pretty par score.

Here are some pics of goat in all his glory

5 games into this footy season and I'm still winless, including a loss to goats rat team. 2 ressies losses, 2 league losses and 1 game I dislocated my finger in the warm up, didn't play and the team went on to win. The funniest thing is that the when i play ressies the league team wins and when i play league the ressies team wins. In round 1 league won by 14 goals and ressies lost by 9 points. Then last week we played the same team but this time I played league. League lost by 2 points on the siren and ressies won by 14 goals. I am obviously a 90 point swing man, but in the wrong direction. crab

Other crazy shit goin on in kal

A forry VN that the locals got to

Some pranks

We noticed the similarities between goat and toad in this pic

Uni News

I had a lecturer ring my parents because I haden't handed in an assignment. Little did I know that he is the easiest marker ever and I should have just handed in some hell shifty work instead of busting my gut to get it done. He gives you 100% as long as you have references. 

Other General News

Jism has bulk money to spend on a 21st. Ideas so far include flying all the boys to Jamaica or getting bulk strippers at his house. 

Diji is up to something shifty as he only ever logs on to msn after 1 AM. Initially I thought he might have become over committed to uni but then he said his assignment was late so he obviously isn't spending his time

at/doing uni. What could he be up to? Suggestions?

Lodge has been sighted at training recently and also at Tavern. Really should be writing a blog

Jas is  carving cougars after years of bagging out the club. Angry after boys tuning his cousin

Birdman still goin strong after settling down for a week. Possibly has swine flu

End of year should venture on an international trip. Throw up some Ideas. Goat wants to go for 5 weeks in the red light district of Amsterdam, might be a bit expensive. Maybe Bali or something for a jews among us...

Root rot.

What is that vulgar picture I see above this post? This kind of disgusting imagery isn't necessary on blog of this caliber. Let's face it, we can do better, and I expected better. This classy blog of ours could be something huge, something spectacular. If we let ourselves get this socially disfiguring rot, now, at our roots. Then when our tree grows, it's bound to fall in the wind.

Predictive predation.

What's going on? I'm not really in the know these days, 'cause I'm such a recluse and all? FUCK YEAH RECLUSIVE. Can you dig it? Personally I can't, Ive got a sore back, see? You probably can't because I don't have one! Let's be honest, my heart really isn't in this blog, but there is a reason for it. I'll probably come to the reason later considering I'm watching Tim Minchin in my other screen. He's pretty good! I should probably let him out.

These last couple of days have been pretty hectic for me, having a few assignments due and all that shit. I'm sure a lot of you are the same. I've been slamming out a few thousand words a day, and it's pretty fantastic, if you like that sort of thing! LOVE IT. Gotta say.

I kind of hoped to bang on a bit more about nothing, which is a bit sorry considering I've only written like 100 words (this is where you check, and find out that it has actually been exactly 100 words up to that point) (BUT IT ISN'T). So since today I can't really get into the swing of rambling, also since I'm still watching Tim Minchin, and he's worth my attention. This isn't as much. So I'll get onto the point of this post, which happens to be the topic of Hills Vs Hood, about which there have been numerous posts, and a topic which I fear needs redressing.

Now I've not been present at all the contests between these two warring factions, separated by a simple difference geographical position, but it occurs to me that there's a small bias in the battleground placement. From what I can tell, all battles held not at private residence, are held in the "turf" of the "Hills". I'd like to rectify by offering a relatively neutral alternative. As one who is not usually present in these frivolous pursuits of meaningless dominance over an invented opposing faction, I believe there could be an addition to the repertoire of faction collision. I believe that addition is Badminton.

Hartfield Park Recreation centre will be the venue for this validification of egos, and I will be the host. Call me sometime, I'll give you the details.

HillsHood expands to the footy arena + Zombies

A recent study has pinned the global finical crisis on the lack of spending caused by the zombie craze. With zombie killing controlling the lives of even our own digital master, the future for the world isn't bright.

Onto footy, the recent kalgoorlie derby was held at the sir richard moore oval, with the mighty kangas going down in the league and colts, but winning the all important reserves. The weak dogs in league and colts should be ashamed to lose to traditional rivals, railways, but rumor has it that they are just giving railways a head start to the season to make the competition even at the end of the year.

The ressies game, which could be called a hills hood battle, was a hard fought encounter, with railways(hills) bursting out of the blocks. The hills should have been up by 12 goals by quarter time, but some crab forwards kept the hood in the game. Trav had an instant impact as he scored a goal within seconds of coming onto the ground. Im not sure, but i think some money was handed over to the umpires before the match by the shifty hills member. Caught holding the ball, Trav wins a free kick for some crazy reason, then when his team mate tries to claim the free, the hood are penalized for throwing him the ball. Then when asking the umpires wtf was going on, the umpires decided Trav deserved to get moved a 120 meters closer to goal.

The second quarter was slightly better for the hood, with the midfielders finally going for the ball in contests. Trav continued to have an impact on the wing, until for some unknown reason his coach moved him to HBF to play on some crab. Meanwhile I was playing like a crab, mainly due to a lack of ball coming into the forward line, and some crabs deciding to kick to the opposition when coming out of the back-line. At half time the scores were still fairly in favor of the hills, with about a 3-4 goal lead.  

The second half was a very even quarter, with the hood making up a goal, to leave the hood just 3 goals down at the final break.  Some accurate kicking by either side could have put the game out of reach, but neither side capitalized on their opportunities.  After a quick stint playing on trav, I went to the bench for a rest, before coming back on in the midfield.  This may have been the turning point of the game, with some midfield pressure being applied, the hills started to show signs of weakness.  I finally started to get some possies, after getting fark all in the first half.  

The final quarter started with trav at HBF again, while I was in the middle.  I got the first clearance of the quarter, with a quick throw onto the left boot before getting nailed by the hills ruckman.  Not too sure how it all happened, but we managed to get a couple of quick goals, causing the hills to falter and start to panic.  I got a goal assist, and did some good work on the wing to set up another, before cramping up.  I got moved back up forward to have a rest, and with scores even, I took a mark about 70 out from goal.  I played on straight away, not knowing how long was left, ran to about 60 and tried to hit a man leading into the far pocket.  Due to fatigue or just crab skills, I hooked the kick, as it got caught in the wind and landed 15 meters out from goal, just to bounce and go out for a throw in.  After coping a spray from the full forward for not kicking it to him, our forward pocket collected the ruck knock from the throw in, and nailed a goal.  From there, the hills went into panic mode, and turned the ball over frequently, allowing us to score 2 more goals in quick succession.  The Hood ended up claiming the battle by 3 goals 3.  

In other news, Lesmurdie mazanod claimed this years C grade premiership in a tightly fought battle with helena valley.  I carved up the semi final, but failed to perform in the GF with the bat, but kept wickets in a way that would have made Gilly proud.

Ive been meaning to put this crazy pic up for awhile.  Its a screen shot from a video of diji roof surfing at wedge.  

This Picture is from the next slide of the video where diji has entered zombie mode and is trying to break in through the sun roof. 

When will those zombies learn.

To finish off this blog I think ill have to outline my disappointment  with Lodge n Biggles for not coming out on sunday.  U missed trav hooking up with umpa lumpa, which was pretty much the funniest things I've seen this side of the 2009.

Out of Control

I am very disappointed with all of you gringos....two posts this year?? Absolutely terrible! I'm not quite sure the reason for this blogger drought but I plan to change to resurrect this once noble blog. Actually i think there may actually of been three posts but that still doesn't change my point. Lovers and Lobbers wouldn't be happy.

So, what has been happening in the Hills Hood in the last couple of months you ask? So much it's just incredible. Goat jizzed in his pants (not the first time) haha but seriously.

This is what Trav has been up to.

What else you ask? Well, this just wouldn't be a Hills Hood blog without another Zombie pic.














Crazy Zombies . . . when will they learn.

A sign of things to come??














He really is out of control!!

Anyway, Sunday was Trav's 21st which began at Supa Golf, continued to the Brewery next door, made it's way back to Trav's and then finished out in the City/Paramount. It was a fun day all round.

Supa Golf/Brewery
There was a bit of heckling and sly tactics by a select bunch of people. Trav's bro smashed out a Hole-in-one. I still regret not doing a runner from that brewery, should of let Kevin pay for it! Nearly a couple of crashes on the drive home caused by some very calculated driving by the 'Rock God'.

City/Northbridge
Goat convinced me that the entire city would be packed with life. All the main bars Tigerlils, Capitol etc. were meant to be open . . . What The Fuck Goat??? The city was dead just like a ghost town. The only major pub open was Carnegies which had like five people in it and one of them I'm not sure I'd even call a person. Anyway it wasn't too bad, pretty much most of us got smashed, Bird rendezvoused with his old mate 'The Monster' and the lade we got from HJ's tasted a lot like vodka thanks to flasky.

From there we stumbled into Northbridge and like 99% of the time when we're in Northbridge we ended up at the Paramount. Apparently Goat spent $250 on drinks at the ol' Para and was forced to retire early because of extreme inebriation. Trav knew what he was doing when he entered the dance floor, it definitely looked very calculated (I will say no more). Pretty much everyone got smashed, some more so than others i.e. Jeffrey. Bird went back for another monster but was distraught to find the Jack empty. All in all it was a good night.

Also, easiest the funniest part of the whole day was when JP the 'Rock God', drove very slowly through two consecutive red lights without even realising. He drove at barely 30km's an hour as he adjusted his aerial and without realising, crossed through two very precarious intersections with no damage. Claps all 'round.

To round off this blog, I will just list some of the other major happenings over the last couple of months.

March
- Hood smashed Hills by 55 runs in the inaugural HH Twenty20 match
- Biggles turned 21 and had a nice night in Kenwick (no reported stabbings)
- Zombie epidemic reached as far as Kalgoorlie
- Bear seems to be 'Out of Action' again
- Cuz's low rider gets very low

April
- Hills introduce new trophy 'The Brown Bear Cup' which they win comfortably against single-man Hood team
- Hood intentionally relinquish the Cancer trophy after 10 month winning streak

Summer Is Over (How Gay)

So it looks like no one is going to write another post anytime soon, which leaves me the task of posting a blog and also to generate a bit of interest back in Hills Hood. In my three years of being part of the HH online community I have written many posts (most relating to either or both Goat and Wedge). However, this time, I have decided to write a post on a subject not relating to either of the above topics.

I have just started back at Uni this week after a 13 week break in which I did quite literally nothing. Well I did a little but spent alot of time during the day sleeping, watching tv and other things which were highly unproductive. Which has led me to the theme of this blog which is travel.

I really want to go travelling now and leave behind this crazy city for awhile. Step number 1 is to lock down somewhere to go during June - September this year, I think I will choose Asia. I was thinking Tajikistan or Israel would make for an interesting holiday, or perhaps even North Korea. I'm sure Goat would fit in fine into a Socialist-type society where he is forced to work like an animal. But seriously, I really want to go travelling right now.

Anywhere would be good really just as long as it's not Perth. Goat claims to already have half of Lesmurdie interested in an end-of-year Euro trip, but this could all change when Goat realises that he'll actually have to spend more than $20 for once if he wants to make it happen. Life is hard when you are a Jew!

Jew or no Jew, the fact is that Goat is not the only person to show interest in an overseas adventure. There have been rumours circulating that Hagred, is also eager to travel half way across the globe to see some of his relatives in North America and also Russia (they are Bears incase you didn't know). However such a trip would have to be carefully timed in order to avoid the annual Hibernation, which normally occurs as early as March and continues for as long as July - August.

It would probably be a good time to go in the 6 months after Uni is done for the year primarily because most of us will be done with Uni. THAT'S IF YOU WANT TO GO AS A TEAM??? We could always do it Amazing Race style and go in bits n pieces and complete road blocks n shit (not even sure what I'm talking about). I have made a very poor table to illustrate this point.

The Uni Race

• Bird - Graduated now back for second stint
• God - One semester left, might be going back for more
  
• Goat - Finished at end of year
• Trav - Finished at end of year?
• Sparrow - Finished at end of year
• Biggles - Finished at end of year???
• Jism - Half way through next year
• Hagred - Awhile off
  

So yeah...just some food for thought. Also I really want to go snowboarding. Anyway, in other news:

• There has been a couple of early absences at training which is not a good sign of things to come.
• Sparrow has found a new glitch in Zombie which will surely make level 30 a real possibility
• Spartan Rush never quite caught on. Oh well I guess there's always next summer.
• Hood retained the Cancer Trophy in a comfortable come from behind win over the Hills. That is the 3rd successive Tennis Court Cricket loss for the Hills. I'm just glad I'm not a Hills member.
• Goat is training to become a 'Pick-Up-Artist'
• Trav is seriously an alcoholic but I don't blame him because Uni is depressing.

coz you're hot then you're cold

Just to put the record straight, the title of this blog is not referring to my love of KP but is how I have summed up goatmans 21st. How could a man that 24 hours earlier had spewed at a family BBQ and done a speech that would have made Mr Blacklock and Martin Luther King proud turn into a reclusive mormon jew on 1 of the most monumental days of his life. Attempts were made to get goat rowdy by spiking his drink but they were wasted efforts. Goat was standing firm on being a pussy and there was nothing we could do. The night was pretty shifty, the fag DJ didnt do a shout out to goat, oompa loompa wasn't there (devs), sully is still as gay as usual, i had a spew and a random dancing midget bloke kept following Dij around. Atleast the taxi driver was funny. Reminded me of Rossi


There's a flood of 21st's at the moment with a couple of rippers just passed. BBQ's with mates and family seems to be the trend but I can see that changing as the Free Spirit doesn't have time for trends. Rumour is that ol Jimmy is already preparing a speech in an attempt to trump the last 2. In my opinion he shouldn't even bother as it will be a mammoth effort to top quotes like these "He is an Aussie Idol" and "Dream keeps me happy on the weekend". Seriously even goats aunties laughed at that 1. Goat then provided some more light entertainment when he decided to crank out the Makers Mark after a 3 year recovery program. Goat couldn't control himself and immediately poured himself a triple shot. Fast Forward a bit and sure enough goat ended up passed out in the shower. Rewind. The ol Goat went for a tactical spew in the garden that turned out to be not so tactical when he fell in it.

Other notable recent events include Diji lighting fires and doing a Connie when he fell off a ladder and kneed himself in the chops, Jas doin the hard yards at work, Lodge working to become more Aussie than Sam Kekovich, Jim sparks racial tension at the Aussie Open, Brother Bird shuts door on possible remarriage to liz, G Money got a 3rd ball duck and the T dawg wrote a blog and almost ended the lives of bird and dij after some questionable driving manoeuvres.

Until next time....

TURF WARS - Hood Style

For those of you who viewed yesterday's local bush fire and secretly suspected turf wars between rival precincts the Hills and the Hood, then you would of been right. Not really. A rogue gang from Forri started the multiple blazes, that accompanied with suspect tactics by the local Brigade, made for an impressive summer bushie.

I was totally oblivious to the trouble brewing deep within Hood territory on that fateful afternoon of Wednesday the 31st of December (New Years Eve), it wasn't until one of the top Hills officials warned me of the approaching danger and also a carefully planned out course of action which proved to be near fateful.

It all started around 1630 DST, I was preparing myself for a big night of festivities to welcome in the new year. T-Rav called me and informed me of the situation. We headed out and strategically parked at the lookout (Honey Rd). We ventured deep within the Sacred Forest only metres from Hidden Creek. We followed the tracks down the hill to a point overlooking the Seedy Park and the Lesmurdie Falls. At this point we had a clear panoramic view of the magnitude of this beast. There were two fires; one in Seedy Park and the other climbing the hill towards the Goat Farm.

We quickly realised the implications of this second fire and how the lush grass which Goat grazes upon could well be gone by nightfall. Sweat started to drip down my face and the adrenaline kicked in. We took a right and a left and made our way down to ground zero. The fire at Seedy Park had started to calm down thanks to the local fire brigade and the aerial contingent. As we continued down we were in clear view of the fire service and vice versa, only metres from the flames. At this point, something strange happened. T-Rav and I watched as a small burning log was still burning very precariously, untouched. The FB seemed to retreat. T-Rav and I watched as the the second fire on the hills grew with every passing second. The legendary Hercules tried several times to engulf the giant but to no avail.

Several minutes passed as our eyes were fixed to the north, but something wasn't right. The smoke in the surrounding air had increased and so had the crackling of fire. We looked back towards that log...this wasn't good! Only about 15 metres away from us where the smouldering log once was, was now a full-pledged wall of flames. We looked at each other, not knowing what to do. As I looked around to analyze the precarious situation which we were in I noticed a much bigger fire only 50 or so metres away.



We were caged in on both sides by two huge walls of fire. This time we only had two options; run or call out some water pokemon. Unfortunately for us I had already traded my level 42 Blastoise for some shitty sand pokemon. WHAT WAS I THINKING!!! We ran, back up from where we had come down earlier. As we made our way to the track intersection I noticed the fire on the left had made it's way up the hill also and was about to consume one of the tracks.



We contemplated running the other direction into Hills territory but because this was a Hood only affair we took our chances against the smoke dogg. As we legged it along the rocky outcrop we saw the local ranger absolutely gunning it away from the approaching flames. We ran and ran and were seriously close to the flames towards the end but managed to get to Trav's beast in time.

I even jumped on the pushie at 3am in the morning to do some further investigating. After stumbling home from NYE celebrations I rode my bike to check out the fire. It was pretty cool, there were embers everywhere on the hills and looked like something outta LOTR or some shit. The flames were still going down in the Hood and so were the hoses.

DIJI out