The flight north was enlivened by a herd of
Warthog Beside Me: Hey Protein Bar!
Protein Bar is silent.
Warthog Beside Me: Hey, P.B.! Check out this chick [points to photograph of Jennifer Hawkins in inflight magazine]. She's ridiculously hot. Hey, Knuckles! What are you eating, you dirty bugger?
Warthog Beside Me: Don't give any to Protein Bar.
Lock up your daughters, Coogeeans. Here's hoping these paragons of footballitude are with me on the trip home. Another hour and a half of dialogue like that and I'll be writing the great Australian radio play before sun-up.