OK. So I'm not Rambo, I don't ooze testosterone and in all honesty I wouldn't want to. Today was weird. Me and the little fella wore kilts as we were descended on by my lady's extended family. Of course Australian pleasantries were traded off about how I was wearing a skirt blah blah, but the funniest moment was when I came upstairs in the house to see four guys shit scared of a snake. My girls dad wasn't there, as he is calm as fuck. In his absence I grabbed some BBQ tongs and picked the snake up. Coming from the UK where the locals are more dangerous than the Wildlife I guess it was a challenge but I released it unharmed even of it was a challenge to catch.