19th December, 1999

As we've already seen, when McPherson Media parties, all Hell breaks loose. Last year we camped at Ulupna Island (which isn't an island, funnily enough) and the perfect blend of alcohol and nutcases resulted in a great night. So it was no surprise that we had an abolute ball when we had our annual Christmas Camp at the River Gallery Inn near Echuca. It wasn't really an Inn so much as a bunch of cabins, but we still had umpteen flavours of fun that night. Read on for more details.

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	Brian, Claudio and Fletch relax after the long drive. Fletch demonstrates his automatic camera reaction.
	From Left: Claude's wife Jano, Lukes bird Christy, Lukey (sucking down a cold one) and Scotty (obviouslt tripping out on something).
	Half of Scott, Me and Claude.
	From Left: Christy (looking at something more interesting than me), Di (gettign angry at me for pointing the camera at her), Luke and Scott.
	Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No! Its SuperHatch. Braden demonstrates his super power enabling him to simultaneously balance atop a log playground thingo and answer helpdesk calls. But where's the lycra costume?
	After Strych's sunnies suffers from a near fatal blow, Strych has a great idea. Not only will an International Roast™ (free coffee please) coffee sachet cushion the pointy bits of her sunnies, but the coffee will also seep into her blood system, helping her to stay awake long into the night.
	Justin displays his genitalia for the camera. The genitalia on his T-shirt that is... disgusting boy that Justin...
	Night falls and the congregation gathers once again outside. We've all had our fill of yummy BBQ food cooked by Claudio... or was it Glenn... Hmmm...
	Yes! They had a Trambampoline!
	Enjoy™ Lemon Ruski. (I hope I dont get sued by Coke...)
	Ahhh... this is the stuff... This is our illustrious General Manager, Mr. Claudio. On the swings... tee hee hee...
	The weather starts to get a bit chilly. At last years camp we had a bonfire set up. No such luck this year, so we all froze.
	Oh yeah... Once more, I get a candid shot of Claude having a bit of a play with his inner child.
	The best part about our camps is that Sphagnum is always on hand to lead a sing-along.
	The crowd starts to rug up, as the alcohol just doesnt seem to be doing its job to warm us up.
	"Strong is the force in you young Jedi..."
	Here's little Silvy having fun on the slides.
	This is what we spend most of the night doing... stooped over with a cigarette lighter lloking for dropped guitar picks.
	I really enjoy taking comprimising photographs of company directors playing on playground equipment.
	I do beleive that this is Kate... I think... I mean I'm pretty sure...
	Brian looks on as Stollies get passed around freely...
	Scotty and Braden, having trouble deciding which song to play next.
	Fletch and Silvia share a special moment on the swings.
	A lovely portrait of the now-married, happy couple, Glenn and Kim...and Claude's foot.
	Now for a very unflattering pic of me.
	Scott G tries to escape the area with a pair of stolen knees under his jacket...
	Sphagnum, after everyone else had gone to bed. (I like the auto-timer feature on my camera)
	An then there were two... Me and Scotty have one last drink before hitting the hay.
	The next morning... Oh so many dark glasses...
	"Give me back my camera!" - Feeling seedy.
	On the way home we stopped at the Golden Cow in Tongala, which is like a tourist-type place where city folk can come to pay $5 to see a cow being milked.
	Gracie and the Cow. Coming soon from Touchstone Pictures.
	Me and the Cow sharing a passionate embrace.
	Heh heh heh... the Cow's bum... hee hee!
	Here's a mannequin thats been dressed up to look like a rapping dairy farmer. MC Milky's in da house!

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