my prowess

Yesterday I went to the countriest of country towns with the Sundayest of the Sunday drivers. Yes, that's right. I went to York, a little country town about 100kms from Perth.

So why would I spend my Easter Sunday driving three hours in total just to go to a little town which is certainly not the centre of the universe?

Lunch with Adam's family, that's what. And I actually had a really good time.

At this point in time, Adam's probably reading this, and placing his head in his hands going, 'What the hell has happened to my girlfriend, she had a good time?'

Yes, York is a hole. Yes, you can take the girl out of the city, but you can't take the city out of the girl. Especially when there's drivers doing 70kph in an 110kph zone and there drivers doing 20kph down the town's main drag. Yes, York does tend to attract annoying drivers.

But that's not the point. I had a good time because I had fun.

I had fun with Adam's brothers and sisters pissing off British tourists walking across the Swinging Bridge (which we just happened to be making swing just a little more than usual). I had fun eating lunch with the generously poured glass of sweet, sweet white wine that Adam's dad gave me. I had fun going through the motor museum, wandering around, wondering what it would be like to drive one of the old, old Rolls Royces back in the day...

But most of all I had fun with a burping competition. It all started when Paul (the middle child) was sent to the supermarket to buy a bottle of cool drink so that Daniel (the youngest monkey) could have a drink after the others drank his share of cool drink.

So Paul came back with a 2 litre bottle of Vanilla Coke. Daniel proceeded to pour himself a massive glassful of it. For an eight year old, this means hyperactivity in its cruelest sense.

He started burping, which started all of the others off drinking Vanilla Coke and burping. Adam can't have Coke, so he just began fake burping dismally. He then mentioned that my family is renowned for burping. It's true, we are. So I grabbed the bottle of Coke and filled my wine glass and began to skol. I let out a burp which won their respect in the burping arena.

And that, my friends, is my prowess.