Yesterday afternoon some mates and I were at a picnic area called Iron Bark Gully. It was a pseudo Bucks afternoon (the real Bucks happened the weekend before) so there was plenty of beer flowing and merriment.

We were playing some park cricket when all of a sudden a car came into view on a little rise next to the picnic area, behind some trees. The window rolled down and out popped a camera, and whoever it was starting snapping off a few photos. Being close to dusk, they used a flash, so they weren't bothering to be particularly inconspicuous.

They even manoeuvered the car back and forth a couple of times to get the shots they wanted from between the trees. Then they sped off in a cloud of dust, leaving us all looking at each other in bewilderment.

So who were they? Initial suspicions would fall upon the bride to be, or at least a friend of hers whom she put up to the task, but no one recognised the car. Plus it was a pretty tame affair, seeing as the real Bucks had already happened.

The other alternative is a bit less savoury. I think you can all figure out what I'm thinking. And yes, if you see photos of me playing cricket on some depraved voyeur website, please let me know.

Posted by Bonestorm on Monday, August 07, 2006 at 9:03 AM | Permalink