"Goin' to Brunswick Mate?", asks one bikie to another.
"Nah, just shootin' through".
BLAM, BLAM, BLAM.
Went out to dinner tonight, and as we drove away we noticed a few Harley's parked outside the Union Hotel. I remarked to Mel that it looked like there was going to be a big one tonight; the usual stuff, burnouts at 2.00am, shouting, a little fighting and piss-wrecks staggering home cussing one another out.
Something different happened tonight though, we returned home to flashing red and blue lights; half a dozen police units and a whole bunch of police tape around the pub.
By the time we got home at 10.00, a bikie had been shot three times and had already been dispatched by amblulance and the CIB were on the scene questioning witnesses. A few journo's were hovering around trying to gather a story from locals.
I noticed one of the journo's desperately trying to feed a story to a colleague back at the office over the telephone; I said, "Dude, I could lend you a notebook with a wireless connection if you have an extranet - I could have blogged tihs story already!" He laughed.
Anyhoo, as we approached Alexander Parade and got off the Eastern freeway on our way home fron dinner out, a bikie on a Harley sped by us at a rate of knots.
"Looks like there's a rumble on at the Union tonight", I joked to Mel.
How right I was.