My Birthday

I got a little older, a little wiser. At work we had Pie and tonight I’m going to china town (Chinese new year!). My cousin invites me for the weekend at Stradbroke Island.
Stradbroke Island. This Island used to be one Island, but today there are two. Why? I hear you ask, oh my inquisitive and nosey friends. Well in the late 19th century there were 2 shipwrecks on that Island. The Scottish are renowned for their love of their number 1 export product: Whisky. In complete soberness they wrecked their ship in fair weather and clear waters.

All the whiskey washed ashore on Stradbroke Island. When people heard about it they went beachcombing and of course all that whisky disappeared quicker than a fart in a fan factory. The customs and other authority officers were not amused. So when a couple of years a new boat sank off the coast they were quicker than flies on a turd to secure the place. The second boat contained whisky all right, but most of its cargo was dynamite.

In all their wisdom the customs officers chose to blow up the boat. However, not having any pyrotechnical knowledge or experience proved to be fatal for the Island. There was so much dynamite, they blew the Island in 2 pieces.
If I do go, I’ll show you the pics.