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Dear Old Mate Bloggers,

We are listening to Faith No More and playing air guitar. Merc would know about this, he taught us how to play the air guitar to the drums.

But on a more serious note.. Our first serious note in actual fact... It was exactly 6 months ago today that our very bestest old mate Bruce passed away from a fucked up thing we all know as cancer.

We would like to talk about this, because this is what made us become the alcoholics that we are today, the people that you all know and love. So here we are, some photos of us with old Mate, Belinda, aka Billy, aka Bruce, aka Bruz, aka old mate.





Today we went to visit her and took her presents. Call us morbid if you will, but this is what we like to do. Ever since she passed away we have both had dreams that include her as a white cat.

This is Wilson, who coincedently came into our lives not long aftewards. She is the bomb of a cat and we love her just as much as we could old mate.



They are both sexy and both got the male and females lining up to be around them.

At Belinda's funeral her parents asked us to write a few words about her, because we were some of her closest mates. We found this hard to do. How do you put your friendship into such a few short words? So we obviously didnt do so. Was this an arsehole thing to do? We're not so sure.

We do know its been 6 months and slowly, very slowly, we have stopped drinking so hardcore..

But tonight, its different. Fuck that shit, we are going to get drunk.

BACON