The air is getting colder
The sun has lost its cheer
So gather up the brushwood
Pass around the beer
Girraween, Giraween, Giraween is here

– traditional Girraween song

23 sleeps to go. And despite what the song says, it’s not advisable to drink and light fires.

Who’s excited for Girraween?

I know I am. It’s still 24 sleeps ‘till Girraween, but I still woke up early. And it’s too dark to go gathering brushwood for the holiday.

Remember, kiddies, no human effigies on the bonfires. Even if you really hate them. That sort of thing’s been banned since Harold Holt. Seriously.

And no, not even Trump deserves that happening to him. Just no.