Wine into water????

So my first Easter with the wonderful Nadine. Well she was not so bloody wonderful when she made me clean out my beer from the fridge to fit in some seafood. I tried to plead my case that Easter was about drinking and footy. Not the Lord and Family time. My shela proving she is more than just a pretty face tried to explain that there is no VB cans or any booze represented in Da Vinci's Last Supper. Well I have one simple question was Da Vinci with JC at his last banquet? No, no he was not and you will never be able to convince me that a man that can change water into wine would not have got legless on his last night out with the lads! Well sometimes you can not win with the ladies so I relented and emptied out the fridge...

BUT it was on one condition we hit up the SFS to watch the Waratah's on Saturday night. What a bloody great night the Tahs won by 30 the queue to the bar was short and a few of the boys infiltrated the Stadium with some Rum bottles. What a beauty Rum n Rugby and Nadine to taxi me home. The only downer on the night was when I dropped a full glass of Rum over the lady in front of me. The way she carried on "You have wrecked me new leather jacket", "Now I am wet and sticky", "oh its down my pants" was unbelievable. I mean I was the one who lost a perfectly poured glass of Rum and Coke. Thank god she moved a few seats down. At least then I could like up her seat!

"Its good to be 3"

So knowing what I know about the filth that read this blog you will be thinking "The great man had a threesome!!". Sorry to disappoint but its been three blissful months of romance with my number ONE girl. One girl, 3 months. You may think I have lost the plot leaving my play boy ways behind but life does not get much better than this.

The only hiccup in this relationship has been the time I have spent on the North Side. I have missed out on Mum's cooking. So before our little romantic weekend away last weekend I took off home for a night of Mum's cooking. Shock, Horror when I got home Mum and Dad were on their way out for dinner. Was that some kind of sick joke?

Mum forgot that she promised her famous roast Lamb, which I must say is better than sex on the beach! I went to bed after a case of VB and a tin of soup.

Here is to the next three months and the next and the next and the ...........

All good things come to an end

I had a call from ACP today saying they had been inundated with nominations for the Stack to be the 2010 Cleo Bachelor of The Year. Well my felion friends Stacky.com is off the market! I can hear hearts breaking all over the world today but as they say all good things come to an end. Its time only one lucky girl gets to enjoy the company of the Stack. Images like the above will now be few and far between.

So as flattering as it is to be asked by Cleo I had to offer my sincerest apologies but I am no longer Australia’s most eligible bachelor. A petit beauty “Nadine” has stolen my heart and broken the hearts of all single ladies all over the world.

Even my deep dark mood swings from a lack of Nicotine can not stop this romance flourishing. Sure shares in TAB and BAT have fallen since I was swept off my feet but as they say all good things come to an end.

Who knows with my new extensive fitness regime, the end of my love affair with nicotine and a sudden urge to have early nights I may even finish an Etchells race in 2010!

Like a well rounded red

What do a Coonawarra Cabernet, a McLaren Vale Shiraz and a Tassie Pinot have in common with Breakfast at Tiffany's? It’s simply really they like me get better with age.

As I move into 2010 I have decided to change a few aspects of my lifestyle but one thing I will not alter is my love of a classic Hollywood movie. There is no denying that Breakfast at Tiffany’s is a classic and one for the ages. It is hard to image a better way to spend a spectacular Sydney summer Saturday night than rugged up under the stars at the Centennial Park open air cinema watching Audrey Hepburn and George Peppard in one of the best on screen performances of any film ever made. It is hard to image life any better than that.

My picnic of Tasmanian Salmon, King Island Dairy Black Label Double Brie, fresh figs, Maggie Beer Quince paste, Kalamata Olives, German Salami, Felino, Province of Parma and fresh Bourke Street Bakery sourdough went down so well you could have said I put in an Oscar Winning Performance.

Another wedding another stolen show

So finally after all the bucks’ parties it was the wedding of Parris and Beanie. I stared in the well documented Vegas bucks and took it to a whole new level for the Sydney Bucks. The 2nd bucks was a cruise on Sydney Harbour and with the capitulation of Parris ending in a drunken man over board I stepped up to the plate as the buck for a few shows. Once again Stack saved the day and made quite the impression with the “paid help”. Richie is one lucky “best man” that I stepped in as the amateur would have been an embarrassment on show!

So I stole the show in Vegas, Sydney and now the big day.

The wedding started well with my reading in the church. After I had finished there was not a dry eye in the place. Then the reception and of course I help court at the dinner table as the Boags Premium and Black Bull Cabernet flowed freely down my throat.

Some people say the speeches are the highlight of the reception others say the cutting of the cake while most punters vote on the Bridal waltz. Well they were all pretty good but I undoubtedly stole the show with my non-stop dancing. The spin, the twist, the twirl, the turn and the pivot were all used to great effect. The ladies were lining up to take my hand on the dance floor.

A great event and another event stolen by Stacky.com

Who the hell is Packer?

So I sat down to a 1998 West Australian Merlot after a hard days work brining in the big bucks when I accidentally push “2” on the remote. I had previously taped over “2” and “0” on the remote so I did not have to be brain washed by the tree hugging, left wing loonies that is the ABC and SBS. I remember pealing the tape off late one night after a few two many Carlton’s and a few litres of Rum when I wanted to watch a late night “documentary” on SBS. Well I will learn from that mistake. That poor excuse for a show “4 Corners” was on. I was just about to flick the channel when the strip popped up on my screen. Vegas Baby! It brought back many good memories of my magical time in Sin City.
Poor old James Packer does not seem to have the same affinity with Vegas as I do! The clown has lost nearly $3 billion dollars and he did not even place a bet or visit a night club!
Well James I am made for Vegas and Vegas is made for me so if you want some help to get things up and running again myself and Johnny Vegas will lend a hand…..At a price of course!

Foot lose and fancy free

So we hit up the two leading clubs in Vegas. XS and Bank and boy did the dance floor light up when I hit the floor. It was my kinda scene stiff free pour drinks, hot women, great music and you could smoke indoors! Every time I hit the dance floor the tempo lifted. Sure Harris hit the podium a few times but these girls know real talent when they see it! I was on fire lady after lady, girl and girl, cougar after cougar wanted to bogey with .com. I had all the moves going the spin, the twist, the turn and the hot shoe shuffle. A few boys wanted tips but it takes time an effort to move like I do. There is no miracle answer to dancing like me. Oh a few in our crew went ok. Scotty or “Babbinator” as he wanted the girls to call him was on fire! While the ladies called me quick step Stacky, Babbinator was known as “twinkle toes”. The boy can move! Plenty wanted to get down and dirty with Scotty but..
The sad fact was Babbinator was 2nd rate compared to me and I got the pick of the ladies. One, two, three, four stacky could have had them all.