
Sorry about the dark bits in the middle. I didn't realise that the footage would be this rubbish. No matter, stick with it to see the never-before-released alternate ending; it'll blow your mind!
NB: The above claims are all lies. There is no alternate ending and watching the whole thing will result only in anti-climax. And possibly nausea.
Here's another video. Shame I couldn't zoom in a bit more, but I refused to get out the car and go up to them, despite Simone urging me.
And even though the Burning was cancelled, we still had enough components left for an amazing weekend. Above is the jetty from which the family scattered the Chief's ashes.
Saying goodbye with family and friends.
The piemaster's at it again...
Oh yeah, and though I don't believe this was part of any tradition, we got to go on mental dune buggies and zip around the home-made dirt track. Ace fun!
It seems fitting to end this post with the family on their way to send the Chief on his last journey.

Not only did I class things up a little by taking Simone to IHOP (International House of Pancakes), where I usually order four bits of french toast with some sausages and bacon thrown in (my gob) for good measure, but notice how I also set the mood with one of my trademark loving gazes. Seconds later, my temple had an unfortunate run-in with the menu in her right hand seen here primed to strike like a delicious-looking scorpion's tail.

Mmm I can feel my arteries clogging up just by looking at it.
Note the bit of lettuce hangin' oot the bottom. That's my greens intake for the week, that is.
Here's the lady and myself. As you can see, today she's sporting the straight-hair look, while I've stuck to the the tried-and-tested nay-hair formula.
No blog would be complete without a piccy of me admiring the spectacular British Columbian vistas. And having a slash while I'm at it.
Here's the guys an' gals we went down with. Left to right: two guys, two girls, Ross an' this ither quine.