And yes apache, I still remember sitting in the General RW Bourke (I don't believe it has been called that in many years now) at Parramatta one night with you and a few other prooners and the stories (especially of a certain person at Boulia) flowing as did the Ales.
I can't remeber if it was a "hawiian shirt" night or not, but do remember it was either very late, or not so early (dependant of your definition) when we 'walked' out of there.
That of course being many many moons ago now. If you remember I brought my then girlfriend, she's now my wife.
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