I am repeatedly told that I make up or conjure if you will my memories of what happened in the past.

I do not believe this to be true, no matter how many times Foo and everyone else tries to declare that it is.

Bearing this in mind, I would like to clarify how Feral Possum came to be.

Possum or Pos was a term of endearment given to me by my mum (Rusty) when I was growing up and is still reverted back to on occasion.

However then the time came for me to go away to boarding school in Ipswich of all places! (but that is a whole other story); the special nickname soon turned into what some people (dad) would think is humorous.

My Dad who to this day, still revels in the fact that he created the term - Feral Possum, should be told in fact that he is mistaken and that he should go back to the drawing board.

Perhaps he should put "Professional Development Day" to good use and pen a term for his obnoxious first born - the only one not to have a nickname bestowed upon him.

Maybe thats the problem??????

Luck of the Irish - people rave about it don't they?

Personally I think it is a bunch of baloney - case in point, heading out in Brisvegas for the festivities last night. 

• Getting dolled up for a big night on the town - 1 hour

• Travelling time to the city - 40 minutes

• Idle chit chat while deciding where to go first - 15 minutes

• Heading into the first bar (O'Malley's), Sonja falling down the stairs and spraining her ankle - priceless.

Maybe it was punishment for not wearing green and thus not contributing to the explosion of colour in Queen Street Mall or maybe it was just the evil leprechauns!

So thus our night started and finished on the bottom step of O'Malleys. We detoured for a 'pick me up' cocktail at Jimmy's, however this and the bag of ice we procured, didn't do anything to dull the pain of Sonja's already cricket ball sized left ankle.

Perhaps a lesson is to be learned here - listen to Feral Possum when she says it is a stoopid idea to head into the city on St Patricks Day - only bad things will ensue; instead stay home and get blind drunk - it is cheaper and a helluva lot safer.

Tonight it is the titanic battle of the domestic rugby union season: Reds v Waratahs.

Known as the game they play in heaven, there is no greater show of endurance, blood, sweat and tears in one arena.

To the uninitiated, it is merely just 'another' football match. This is not the case.

It is a battle to the death!

Go to your local, subscribe to pay tv, by any means possible, do not miss this match. The 'grudge match' is the only match that matters!

Tune in tonight to see the reds disgrace themselves.......again.

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