Korean BBQ, Irish beverages, French babes

14/12

The UFC on FX 6 weigh-ins were at the Gold Coast Convention And Exhibition Centre. I posed for a photo with a replica belt and it was heavy. I then semi-embarrassed myself on a punch tester, my fist glancing off the speedball twice before I middled a third blow and registered 500-and-something. The highest was 800-and-something. Just call me Mr Average!

Southport sucked. We couldn't locate the rumoured large book exchange and 99% of the eateries weren't operating between lunch and dinner (a recurring problem on the Goldie). Fortunately, we found a cracking Korean restaurant.

Our boozy feast begat a pub crawl in which the rules were: 1. You have to order pints where available (and since we were mostly in faux-Irish establishments...), and 2. No repeat brews. Towards the end, we were joined by JC.

The bikini-clad meter maids were out in force, flogging their official merch as potential Xmas gifts. They all seemed to be French - here to practise their English, they explained. Eventually, we succumbed to their charms and bought calendars. The gals happily signed the months on which they appeared.