Over the Keith moon

As promised and desired I went to visit one of if not my dads best friends Keith who moved to Australia some 20 years ago. Now any human being that shares any interests with my father for me has to be worth visiting. I just hoped he would be wearing more clothes than my dad usually does, thankfully there were no speedos in sight but we did share a glass or seven of wine in name of Dave. Keith lives in a place called the Dandenongs which are kind of the Hollywood hills of Melbourne. Its all very quaint and rural and Keith lives in a lovely cottage over looking the Hills. It was a nice retreat and gave Paul the oppotunity to have some much needed 'Jeb-time."

Keith lives with his Wife and child Alexander, two cats and a dog called Sally. Having not seen Keith for over 15 years it was a bit of a shock as I imagine it was for him; the last time he saw me I was just a little ginger, spotty white dweeb who mumbled his words and he was probably shocked that I have not changed one little bit. I guess that unlike my father other people stop doing things like asking waitresses if they can suck their finger after a certain age ( Dad your finest moment) and I thought this was the case with Keith until whilst watching the gymnastics Keith said, and I quote

"She needs a finger up her bum" ha ha Dad would be proud.