Charlie Chaplin's missing voice: June 2009

I decided that I was starting to go stir crazy inside my house, trapped like some kind of primitive ape man. So after I went and filled in some form regarding my recent acceptance into a TAFE course (more on that later) I left for Guyra because I'm all about the excitement of the spud capital of Australia. I was actually looking forward to going out on the highway for the first time in ages. I was, however, greeted not by a nice relaxing drive but with the usual thing you are greeted with in any populated part of the planet: idiots. If I'm going 100km/h why do you need to overtake me while there is oncoming traffic coming quickly towards you?! I mean, I don't care that it's breaking the law, I care that it's a stupid way to kill yourself and others. I read about a news reporter who, after a newsreel of a recent shooting said "I keeping with channel 5s promise to show you the latest blood and guts, and in living colour, I give you the first attempted suicide" and then shot herself in the head! Now THAT is a way to go out. She even left instruction on what the report that was going to cover should say, like giving her condition as critical. I don't really condone suicide but if you want to not only risk your life and the lives of people you don't even know, you should certainly think about it. Anyway what I'm trying to say is that you're a little bitch if you overtake/speed just so you can get to Joey Joe Joes Burger and Chip Emporium 5 minutes faster.

After I got to Guyra and drove through main street I promptly left to go to Thunderbolts Cave, having seen the sign earlier while I was approaching. For anyone reading this who is not familiar with New England folk lore, Thunderbolt was a full time professional bad ass gentlemen. He was a bushranger who would totally fuck your shit up if you crossed him and happened to have money. Anyway after the cops starting chasing him and lulz-killing he decided to hide it in cave. How he found this rock in the middle of no where is beyond me, he probably managed to find it because he was some kind of super human god-who-walks-among-men. I'm actually in a doctors surgery typing this on my phone, I shall add more of my story later.

The Next Day

I'm back at an actual computer and discovered all the spelling mistakes I made whilst typing on my phone. Anyway, After starting back from Guyra I turned off the highway and headed out to the cave. The road out there was pretty bad and once you got to the car park you started to realise this probably isn't part of a national park. It was a simply a part of land with no grass and a couple of try trunks designating where you should park. After getting out of the car I had no fucking idea where to go, I was just out in the middle of no where. So out of fear of getting lost I put a way point on my iPhone/GPS in case I became entrenched in guerrilla fighting and got lost.
Then a couple of seconds later I saw the sign telling me were to go.
Now feeling like a sweet he-man I trekked down a hill to this cave.
Finding it one of my first thoughts was "You could probably have some kind of sweet party in this hole" and seeing the broken glass in the dirt I assumed that it may have already been done, quite possibly only by lame yokels.
SO! My revelation means we should definitely have some kind of party out there.

THE END!