We gave Pav, an inveterate chain-smoker, a cigarette lighter as a gift for producing Pirates.
After tidying up one Sunday we jumped in the car to head up to the Didge for our normal debrief, we all lit up and proudly Pav did the honours with hi snew cigarette lighter.
We got to the Didge, ordered our coffee, went to light up and no-one had a light. Pav where is your cigarette lighter ?
Blank look, we quickly jumped back in the car and went back to the hall and there in the road,
outside Pav's window was the cigarette lighter that he had shaken out and then thrown out the window.
Pav also loved to drive. It was not uncommon when going somewhere to walk to your car and find Pav at the drivers door with his hand out for the keys.
Pav and Meg both worked Saturday mornings and I had a Uni exam, they picked me up at the gates to the Sands of Kensington at lunchtime and we headed for the snow.
Pav driving, Meg in the passenger seat and me saddling the hump of Meg's Sprite from Sydney to Perisher. I was given the job of police spotter, an impossible task in that position.
We managed to get to Cooma before they got him.
The snow was recurring theme during those years. One year we all went to Sawpit Creek with one of those big old Scout-type tents with the roll up sides.
It was wall to wall bodies, everyone jammed in as tightly as poosible to try and stay warm. Liberal quantities of falgon Port helped.
Colin performed the Peter Cook & Dudley Moore " Beyond the Fringe" in its entirety leaving us helpless with laughter.