In the spirit of shameless self promotion, can I maybe try to direct you to my blog?

The state pays me to be alive, along with a number of other age-related concessions. Also, I get a useful pension from BP.

*is smug*

[FGZStar] In the spirit of shameless self-intoxication, can I direct you to buy me a pint?

[Sierra Mike] I will happily give you this virtual pint of tapwater.

[FGZstar] If you're heading out of Sydney or down to Melbourne or Canberra announce it on the Pilg page on Orange as PaulWay is in Canberra, flerdle, CdM and I are in Melbourne and I think someone's in the Blue Mountains.

Bugger, just realised you're already off in the land of the long white bodies, I mean cloud.

Strange you should think that, as I'm actually back home in the UK (The blog's a bit out of date, needs updating)

[nfras] Our mountain man of mystery would be Dujon; he doesn't travel, so PaulWay and I verified he exists by going to Blaxland ourselves in December 2003; one of the first antipopilgs. It might even have been the first antipopilg.

That's flerdle on the right (as you view the image) and me on the left. PaulWay declined the offer of inclusion (he was too busy programming his brand new all-singing all-dancing MP3 player).
As you can see my 'pleasant chap' (thanks flerdle) reputation came from my inability to keep up my head and thus was forced to address my witticisms to the beer drenched table at which we sat. Incidentally, the drink that flerdle had before her at that moment was not coffee. ;)

Yes, couldn't recall if it was Dujon or Dunx and didn't want to cause anyone offence.