"If I was to lift the top off the Chocolate Fountain whilst it was on, would anything happen?"
It's a sad thing that long gone are the days of taking over Chateau Roberts. Years 11 and 12 were filled with weekends spent trying our luck at Singstar, stuffing ourselves with Mrs Roberts famous CheesyBaconBread and getting at least 12 people in a 4 person spa bath where the water sat at boiling point and thus felt like you either had 100 people in the spa or someone had pee'd right next to you.
Vague memories of painting the living room with melted chocolate come to mind. As does the dessert I toiled on for hours to serve Glen, James and Michael, only to have them ruin it with a bottle of pink food colouring. Tipping cups of water (contents and cup) over the balcony into the loved-up couples spa parties occupied our balmy summer nights until we were allowed free run of the massive freezer in the garage. Home to Golden Gaytimes, Magnum Almonds and enough Cookies and Cream to stuff Corrie's stomach.
Singstar only works when it's sung in Glenbrook, when you're drunk on good friends (and Absolut Citron).
Me: Top, Country Road. Scarf, old Carla Zampatti.
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