I spent about half an hour with Stan and John and we all had a good laugh at my expense. I spent most of the morning this way until the sideshow events opened up their stalls. There was the usual rides and fairground stalls. I blew a few dollars on the entertainment. Further around the outskirts of the showground was a large crowd of
mostly men staring up at a wooden platform outside of one of the show tents. On each side of the tent was a big metal framework which held large posters of big-busted strippers smiling down at the crowd. Stan Booth and Keven Skippy were looking up at the wooden platform waiting for something to happen.
"G'day Skippy.", I said as I approached them.
"York, ya bastard! How ya goin' mate? D'ya ride that bike of yours in today?"
"Yeah, it was a bit slippy in parts."
"Ya not right in the head, Yorky. Ya wouldn't catch me on one of those bastards in this type of weather, sport, Not on ya bloody life mate."
"What ya doing here Kevin?", I asked. "It's a striptease show isn't it?"
"Course it is mate, That's what I'm here for."
"What about ya missus?"
"She's over at the scone contest mate and I'm here at the breast contest. Look out Yorky!", he said all of a sudden. "They're coming out mate. We should git a real eye-full now!"
