LIBE’S SHOE COUNT = 10 (for now)

After a late “Lukey Power” and “Dad N Dave”, we hit the "Frog N Toad" to have a few Sherbets on the Sam Adams Brewery Tour. Was certainly worth the price of admission ($0 – excluding a $2 donation to 2 worthwhile charities, which weren’t the Michael Jackson Pre-school and the Daniel Kerr Taxi Drivers appreciation fund). The free samples, while only small in size, were obviously double, if not triple, the alcohol content of the normal Sam Adams drop, based on the behaviour of the locals on the tour. The change of the atmosphere of the room remind me of watching a couple of PP Group 1 members have a couple of drinks and be off their heads – the names Tan, Ellis, Hollis and Gill all come to mind in particular.

The crew discovered the beauty of Fanueil Hall’s Quincy Market after that, which Barrel declared would be his source for a feed every day when he’s on tour up here in April. I doubt he’s lying either.

After another belt-bursting feed, this time at Ned Devine’s, we had the obligatory beer at the Cheers Bar – only the replica bar though, not the original. We also had to take the obligatory Max Rooke Challenge photo. For those who don’t know, the Max Rooke Challenge has been issued to Kristian, requiring him to have his photo taken in the revered number 33 with the Blue and White Hoops at numerous famous places around the world. The progress of the challenge can be seen at maxrookechallenge.blogspot.com.

Abi Griffin-Ryder, a Vitale staff member and former PP secondee to Melbourne graciously hosted us at her place in South Boston, along with her other gracious housemate Liz. These two girls demolished three or four of the biggest bottles of wine I’ve seen, with what appeared to be minimal assistance, while McCormick and Carey decided to smash Jack & Coke like it was going out of fashion. Apparently Baz can’t remember much of Playwright as a result, another bar that turns its lights on early (1am for a 2am finish!). I can remember him tearing up the dance floor though. What I didn’t see, however, was Pete nearly getting into a blue with the barman for not including a tip in the payment of his tab.

The night finished at an Italian restaurant on Hanover Street (Cafe Pompeii). If Pete had gone a little further, he might have been finished indefinitely. First, Josh was in the middle of a sentence when he happened to see Larry Lugnuts, Friday night’s hero, walking out with a pizza ‘to go’, yelled “That’s f*@#ing Larry!!!”, and promptly flew outside quicker than a cat with a lit firecracker stuck on its tail would. That was just downright hilarious to us.

Second, Pete got into a verbal stoush with a British bloke who was obviously offended with being called Irish. We think it might have been these two things combined that might have stirred up the attention of four men sitting on a table next to us. I won’t describe them in too much detail, however in Australia, they might have been considered as acquaintances of familiar names such as Jason Moran and Carl Williams. Anyway, there was no real threatening movement on their behalf, just a stir. Still, I didn’t feel like being mentioned by Sly Of The Underworld while he talked to 3AW’s Ross & John about the latest underworld ‘accident’ (by the way - currently listening to Sly as I type this, just after the rumour file has finished. The best live TV / radio I’ve heard since landing in the States for sure.)