yeah, merry Christmas.

If anyone has doubted that I have no life, Christmas day for me is all about finding the right time to sneak off for a ride.

I once snuck off for a ride on the day of one of my mate's weddings (the marriage didn't last, anyway !)! I had my stuff in the boot, so, straight after the service, I did the 'Superman'; got changed behind a tree, then disappeared for about 90 mins. When I got to the reception I just said I got lost. I could help it; the wedding was out past Frankston (nice beaches), and the weather was fantastic.