Pancake Rocks and Big Boobs

You might have thought that should you work in a microbrewery and should people stop-by and come in asking questions about the different beers that they might just be after having a taste before they buy. Well apparently not in Westport NZ, where we pretty much had to demand to be served. All good though as a few more sly tasters were slurped than were handed out during the general confusion.

What we did get out of it though was a good three bottles of especially good quality real-ale...not that we needed too much to kick-start the night considering what was to come.

Before all that though we headed out to the Pancake Rocks. And you could see where they got the name from - though I'm sure you couldn't actually construct anything as impressive as this from 20,000 slightly overcooked pancakes. It really did look like the whole thing could make the best adventure playpark/paintball range ever! Plenty of archyways, walls and danger from the sea and cliff faces and even some jungle foilage for good measure.

And so then it was the evening...and our challenge...to cross-dress in the most convincing manner! Fiona returned with more cones than she needed to be a convincing David Beckham (dribbling balls about cones), so two of them were donated to my cause of becoming Madonna. The gang made and awesome effort...from left to right: Fiona as David Beckham, Sam as Posh Spice, me as Madonna in sport/lesbian-mode, Merris (as her boss?), Helen and Kate as Rambo complete with trouble-making firearms and Dermot as a scarily-convincing 1920's lady of the night.

Sam spent the night finding out just what is so great about having an admirably large pair of boobs (as if we didn't all know already). In fact he proved that you can actually rest your pint quite happily on a large breast and drop it only once in the night...the lord clearly thought long and hard about this one!! But then we found out that Helen can carry 5 pints and a glass of wine at a once. Sam you're method proves to be only a fiesta of self-indulgence!

The rest of the night was occupied with knock-out pool, limbo, and unsuccessful attempt at getting everyone pole dancing (shame!) and then a crazy game of pick-the-card-off-the-floor. Starting with a cereal packet it was wittled down until there were (I think) only two of us left in the game, practically doing the box-splits to pick up a piece of card the size of a postage stamp off the floor! Madness