Well well well. A new comic...who'dathunkit really? Anyway, 'tis the season and all that, so I thought that today I'm going to rant about schoolies. Ah yes schoolies. Also known as Leavers. Deliciously infamous. Good times. It's that time of your life when you finish school (yes, all damn 14 years of institutionalised education) and realise that for the next 2 or 3 months (before uni or "the real world" starts) you are FREE. Yes, you heard me FREE. So what do a bunch of 17 and 18 year olds do when they realise this freedom? Why, that answer is simple. They go on a weeklong binge-drinking hormone fest somewhereaway from home. Sure, there's soe variations on this theme, but alcohol tends to be the consistent factor. Plus, other illicit substances for the drug-inclined. My leavers experience? We went camping in Margaret River, a town about 4 hours down south of Perth, with one street and what I'm told as being beautiful beaches (not that we saw any of it...cold decieded to rear its ugly head).

It was a blast really. The characters you mean, OH THE CHARACTERS. You've got your "sexual-offenders-waiting to happen", the ones who your mothers warned you about, you know..the 19-25-year olds who make their treck with the vendetta of picking of inebriated 17 year olds. And you've got the security (sometimes) who tell you to stop playing that damn hacky sack at 4 on the morning. Those guys just dont feel the groove, man. And then there's your fellow leavers. Our experience was that the whole happy campsite was like one big happy family. Oh. Except for that guy who punched his hand through the kitchen glass window. Another great thing? Well frankly that's pretty obvious if your single. My advice? If you do like we did and dont bring anything besides clothes and a tent, there's nothing wrong with asking that cute guy you've been flirting with all day if you could borrow his kettle to cook your dehydrated foodstuffs. So that the two of you can make beatiful noodles together. -Dani