The year that SARS kept the half-arsed wimps
away and only the stupid and drunk braved the crowds. As usual
The Colonel was front-and-centre.
Obviously colour blind ... but too pissed
to care.
Mmmm, young Mel from Singapore.
Singapore girls - still a great way to fry. Don't know who
or care who the guy is. Lucky bastard!
My lovely assistants, Rachel and Rossana.
Later performed magic by making large denomination notes
disappear from my wallet in return for the Colonel's Magic
Disappearing Wand trick!
Nice to see these chaps have
their priorities straight. Beer first, babes to follow shortly
after, no doubt.
That's more like it ... I couldn't have
said it better myself.
Who do these wankers think they are? Cowboy
Ken, my arse!
Admire the spirit, docked a point for spelling.
With all that SARS around I wasn't taking
any chances. My personal medical team were on standby to check
my vital organs and administer fluids on a regular basis,
as needed.
Bob Marley may have died, but his illegitimate
offspring are obviously spread throughout the world.
You've gotta love it... pissed and helmet-less
in charge of PC Wong's bike. Less than impressed when I burned
off to 7-11 to get more beers.
Beware of cheap imitations... this has got
to be the lousiest facial hair I've seen since I divorced
from my last wife! These guys were obviously trying to pull
birds by trading on my suave reputation.
