This is it folks! Last chance!
In my callout (BON OR BUST!) I have searched far and wide for a travelling companion to accompany me to Fremantle on a historic pilgrimage across the Nullabor. Many hard rockin’ candidates have fallen by the wayside, victims to that terrible affliction, the “W” word (“ah man, I’d love to go but I can’t get the time off me work”)
What’s wrong with you people!? Throw off those shackles, and in the great Aussie tradition, “Don’t Be a Thickie, Chuck a Sickie!” Ahem, of course, this would have to be a 2 week sickie, at least.
But seriously, I am considering declaring “BUST!” and booking me a flight. Get in touch today if you want to jump on board.
The advantages of the flight, of course, are that on 19 February (the actual anniversary of Bon’s death) I can hang out at the cemetery, rather than being somewhere east of Adelaide. And I can spend the week in Fremantle in the lead up to the great bronze statue unveiling, maybe getting to meet some of the fanatics who have made it all happen over there.