As I drove down Nicholson Street Abbotsford to The Hive to go to the chemist, there was a youngish, kind of fit, bloke in the middle of the road only dressed in a towel with a very red face doing very peculiar things.
When I drove back up Nicolson Street from the chemist, he was still dress in a towel and he was still doing peculiar things, but he was now surrounded by about five policemen.
I guess he started his weekend partying early.
You know, get as out of it as you like, but why don't they stay in doors, that is what I often wonder?
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