NOW while Bradley of Boort was into fragrances for Father’s Day, we must report on a group of notorious Loddonites who have been out enhancing their attraction to other smells and aromas, developing a fine palate and generally causing mayhem.
BEFORE Mad Monday had a chance to kick in for some footballers (and netballers too), some of the more seasoned variety tried to give a glimpse of how things were done when they played back in the days of clubs having their own boot studders and when goanna oil wafted from the change rooms.
WE HAVE been told by multiple sources that they trotted off to a whisky tasting night in Bendigo, tried knock up the Colonel after his store had sold out of chicken for the night and appeared somewhat sheepish at football the following day.
WHAT has also been revealed is that two of a more extroverted nature also picked up two bottles of single malt. Word has it that once emptied, the mother of one of those who should know better after half a century or so of orbits around the sun, expects to receive the empties.
LET’S just say that Lady Joan believes they make an ideal bottle to fill with home-made sauce. His drinking companion has remarked: “I’ve still got a bit of her sauce. When I go for a refill, I’ll take an extra two bottles.”