Well bugger me, Just when when we thought one of the oldest men only lunch clubs in New Zealand had finally folded, its rises like the piss fairy from the bottle of sparkling Aussie shiraz .
Flagstaff, as we have blogged about before is one of the great Wellington institutions. A big boys pissy eyed long lunch with a ripper of a speaker. The membership is august and often international, the tone is definitely low in a high brow sort of way, and stories of big sessions are legend.
Anyway they are back, armed with speedy wheel chairs and zimmer frames, the baddest old bastards in Wellington are going to have a couple more lingering lunches.
Good on them we say . "Hip, hip" or should we say "hick hick" and all that.
FlagstaffNewsflash tina
Wednesday, 25 March 2009
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