Ben Galt

As another year disappears into the history books, the birth of a fresh one spawns new memories of yet another awesome holiday. This year it was Merimbula, a small beachy town on the far east coast of Australia where the hustle and bustle of festive families were a plenty.

Now I’m not going to bore you with all the minute details of where I went and what I did, however I will share some of them, despite the fact they may seem lame or insignificant.

The first marks a new record for me… The biggest salmon I’ve landed to date. But before you get all excited I can’t tell you how much it actually weighed, though it easily dwarfed all my previous catches. I had a conservative guess at about 1.5kg.

Following the climax of catching that massive salmon was the anti-climax of eating the smallest flake fillet I’ve ever seen. This poor excuse for a fillet was not only small but it was expensive and far from fresh. Not quite what I expected from a supposedly premium coastal Fish and Chip shop. Let it be said though, that I don’t mind paying good money for quality, however sadly, this was far from it. You can see below it more resembles a fish finger than a fillet.

(The Coke bottle is 600ml)

Nevertheless this didn’t hinder my vacation one bit. Nor did getting seasick on a charter boat or breaking a chair leg and falling over like a retard.

Merimbula was a beautiful town filled with friendly locals, plenty to see and do, and was a great place to have a break. However not all credit can be given to the place we stayed as where you go is only a small part of what makes up the total experience, the rest goes to the company. I have to give extra special thanks to Luke, Webley, Ayman, Beth and Orch for making it one to remember.

Cheers guys!

After 7 hours of bucks party shenanigans last Friday night, I found myself in the company of a fellow handyman (Liam), standing next to my car soaking wet, trying to answer the question, which window will be the cheapest to replace?

How did this come about? Well, I locked my freakin keys in it. An honest mistake though, one that many have made before. However this is not your everyday, run of the mill keys in the car mishap. I managed to go one up. I locked the spare key in there too, AND I left the interior light on.

In case you hadn’t realised, I’m skilled!

After an hour and a half of cramming everything from box strapping tape to kitchen utensils between the rubber seals of every possible gap, it was very clear that the Hilux fortress was impenetrable. It also didn’t help that the worst rain Melbourne has seen all year decided to join us. The inevitable was now obvious, brute force was the only way in.

With force the only option, the obvious question arose, which window would be the cheapest to replace. Upon reflection of my previous car (a Morris mini) I took an educated guess that the quarter vents would probably be the rarest and most expensive. Confident with my decision I put a neighbors retaining wall rock through the rear passenger side window, a logical choice I thought. However as Murphy’s Law would have it, that was the most expensive window, and the only one that no window repairers had in stock. Thanks Murphy!

You might ask why I didn’t call the RACV, well im not a member. You might also ask why I didn’t call a family member to bring a spare, truth is I didn’t think they had one. But alas Murphy’s law strikes again… Turns out dad did indeed have one on his key chain. Arrgggh!

So was there a lesson learned?

I think I’d have to say I yes, given that the next day I went and got 3 spares keys cut and gave one each to the rest of my family!

Ok, so my previous video hasn’t proven to be a crowd pleaser. Matt and Callum, your kind words seem to follow a common trend. I guess it’s an acquired taste… haha!

You may well find this one more entertaining. The pain and retardation of others has long been a cheek tweaker. So enjoy!