Beggars' Choice

Went to a big BBQ yesterday in King's Park for a friend's birthday. It was strangley uneventful until late in the day, shortly after we were supposed to be leaving I had a quick kick of a football. My third or fourth kick managed to strike a tree, richocheted about 20 metres at a 90 degree angle, and struck some old dude on the bonce. He had been hitherto sitting quietly with his family and at first seemed inclined to start a fight but my apologetic ramblings quickly convinced him I was a drunken lunatic and not to be trifled with.

My work done, I went home satisfied.