Through a hedge, backwards

Caught up with DW, DJ and DQ in Wyong (where DW presently resides with his wife and daughter). Homemade gourmet pizzas were eaten, home-brewed beer was drunk and home truths were told. Nah, there was no home truth-telling - I just thought that sentence had a nice ring to it. There was a good deal of reminiscing about our skool daze, though, as we took turns playing amusing YouTube videos on a wallscreen connected to a Mac and controlled by an iPhone. I slept better than I do at home and, in spite of the army of empty brown bottles that had made camp in the kitchen overnight, woke up without a hangover. The power of homebrew! Left glad to have renewed three friendships, sad that we're unlikely to all be in the same place again for 2-3 years, and with a new appreciation for Tim Minchin (whose LONG clever-clogs songs will be easier going when I'm sober).