Ah, Brian, but that's up North. They're used to it up there. They're surrounded by, umm, oh yes, RAIN forests. Strange critturs too, they drink that imported
VB and Fosters stuff you know.
Here in the great South-east it's a balmy 24, light breezes, Snapper Rocks is still pumping at 1.5 metres after the Rip Curl last weekend (won by a Queenslander by the way, against the world's best), the frangipannis and flame trees are in full bloom, and the footy season- you know, the real one, rugby league- kicks off on Friday night.
Think I'll put a singlet on and take Q777 for a blat around Mt. Coot-tha, and then adjourn to the pool with a nice cold XXXX.
Cheers!