IT STARTED out as a fun night withloveElectrico – Dave Tan, Desmond Goh, William Lim Jr -love their manager Marcia, assistants Jo and Keith, photographer Colin and lovely Aussie hostess with the mostest Sam, at the Portsea Hotel in Mornington.
We’d had a long day driving down from Melbourne and werelovebasically having a gay old time drinking and eating, when suddenly this big bloke comes up and says, “Sorry, you guys have to evacuate to the front of the building because there is a fire.”
Fire! Part of me thought he was joking (the part that had been drinking) and actually just wanted to kick us out because we were probably making too much noise, but we still hurried out to the front road, when suddenly we smelled… someone’s fart! (okay, it was me)
Then… we smelled smoke! And we saw… flames on the roof! (okay, it was more like fiery sparks, but hey, we were all rathered startled.)
Then… nee nah nee nah nee nah! A siren! We looked. A fire engine came tearing down the road. Followed by three more! And a police car! And out of the lead fire engine popped Fireman Bob (note: name has been changed to protect the innocent and the person making up the name). Yay!
“Don’t worry children, Fireman Bob is here and I’ll tell you wot: I’ll whip out my hose, beat the fire into submissionloveand put this right in no time!” he said. Okay, he didn’t say that. Or if he did, we didn’t hear because by that time we’d crossed the road and were heading back to our van, too far away to hearing anything but the sirens and silently congratulating ourselves for not paying for the meal.
This was before we realised that our host Sam had already paid for it earlier. But as all yow kwee Singaporeans would say: Can get refund or not? But still, hurrah for Fireman Bob! Hurrah! Hurrah!
Anyway, here are some pix from earlier in the evening:
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