Being the recollections of Hugh Stupaboot as it took place on the days of September the 11th 12th 13th. For the Consumption of the AI and the annals of posterity.
Present and Accounted for: CB HC DC GF CG JH RH TH TK TW AW. Requested and Sorely Missed: PC

PT#1

OK Nannas

My first BBP report is late.

In my own defence I have been incommunicado at a stonemasonry retreat. While in retreat and inspired by Stanley Kubrik I made myself Full-Stone-Underpants however they’re not proving to be the stroke of genius that I imagined at the time of inception being very difficult to get on, virtually impossible to move in once on and the cause of unpleasant chafing.

I digress though. This report acknowledges our current post-truth world so some nannas might have questions/queries & imagine alternate narrative arcs. No correspondence’s will be entered into and it’s here that I’ll quote Winston Churchill “History will be kind to me for I intend to write it”.

Disclaimers aside, let’s get into this.

In magic – and in life – there is only the present moment, the now.

So where to start is clear….The beginning would seem the traditionalist juncture…

The beginning is Preston which has and always will be the epicentre of global modern society.

Here I collected Guy (legendary Int. attendee) & Le

It should be noted for future reference that Crooked travels with a large menagerie of stuff including but not limited to every kind of digital storage device and he proudly showed Frasay & I his punch cards, a Williams-Kilburn vacuum tube and an 8inch floppy disc from the 70’s… Note to future self…Hire a larger car.

Some minor rabbit dramas aside we set forth on our pilgrimage to Buffalo via Morwell which afforded us a more picturesque route than other Nannas took and one that imparted a great sense of central Gippsland’s topographic grandeur. Travel tales aside we soon arrived in Buffalo being amongst the first Nannas to arrive…

PT#2

At this point I’m going to pause to sidebar the extraordinary

The Friendship and Tao ‘s hosting – what a prodigious location we were afforded for this BBP … thank you Tao for sharing it with us all – As I considered and farmed the appropriate words for the sidebar “prodigious” [So great in degree, magnitude or force that it leaves you filled with wonder] and “transcendent” [Going far beyond the normal limits, rising above standard human experience or feeling almost unworldly] seemed the most apt.

So, let’s jump back to the body of the report.

Friday night fever and Nannas got busy with all of the things….Burger extravaganza…Lots of Nannas in the mix… Rhian stands tall as a man amongst a throng of good men standing GIRM [combines the words “Girth & Firm” into an adjective, to describe extraordinary manliness] …creating a BBQ from nothing but spit/string/steel & GIRM…wielding power tools, bending steel with his teeth….N.B. all the patties fitted the BBQ plate with none to spare and no space to spare…spooky …SUNSET HILL TIMES….Dinner…edible action was up-and-about throughout and James appeared at one point as Dakshinamurthy who – through silent transmission … imparted ultimate truths, spiritual wisdom and liberation…Jim… it felt like you were shiny…Poker was played and InBetween/AceyDuecy…I have no idea who did well or not but it felt good to be at the table…chats had…smiles abound….Whiskey a-go-go… Takeshi brought some Caol lla, Friday we drank a Clynish and a bunch of Nannas had a drams…A whiskey buzz has a velvet slow burn that sits just under your sternum….I think we had open mic….and karaoke…but I only really remember watching Buddy Bird Christopher perform songs…so compellingly watchable…there was ballroom dancing … A Nannas trickle took their leave retiring to sleeping quarters sprawled across the property…I’d managed to snag the couch in the main house, by the fire and slept soundly…This happened at 3.30am…..for the 3hrs that led into this sleep state – Kondo and I cooked a spanakopita …we reconfirmed our commitment to a whiskey buzz and we cooked a pie…It was really connecting…Kondo said to me “I’m not leaving you alone with the pie Hugh” I came to understand this as a microcosm/maxim of nanna ethos more generally but praise needs to weigh in individually from time-to-time I say. Thank you, Takeshi : for being amongst the burgers, not leaving the kitchen until the pie came out of the oven at 3am+ …For being the kitchen constant/you bore witness to breakfasts, lunches and dinners as principal and in roles shepherding the correct outcome i.e. soup/pie float BAM! And at the end …last man standing amidst the kitchen deep clean – fullest respect – Friday <DONE>.

PT#3

Gentle Saturday morning goodness, swathes of coffee amidst Nanna chats and check in’s…The whole weekend was swaddled in golden balmy goodness…. James had weighed in during the on-ramp around expecting rain to which the funky goalie Jesus countered with expect it to be “moist”….me, I worked the metaphysical backend and got us our own GOD…I know right!!!….quite hard to get.. Ukko….the sky and thunder god of Finnish Paganism…which died out in the 12th century AD when the Christians kicked it firmly in the dick….Ukko seemed a great GOD choice for us….plus when I made my solicitations Ukko was just all in from the get go having not had any real god-action for centuries… Ukko contends the world was created from the egg of a diving duck…..which is as good a contention as any I’d say and on the plus side he brings control of the weather to the table and for us that was the difference between “moist” and “swaddled in golden balmy goodness”…Tidy work Ukko, standdown….the day rolled naturally into actividades that included a range of skill/social & reflective shenanigans…the progressive short story reading was popular, Chris Gill smoked a large refer and then smoked the opposition with 2/3 into the top Right-Hand-Corner of the penalty shoot net…two rounds of William-Tell archery and we harmed no apples….All the while a fire heated the water in the fire-tub in preparation for the Coach & Crooked’s Bath/Beer/Philosophy session – I believe Crooked returned to the tub at midnight – Tom upped the activity game with the Wristies..steeped in nanna-lore, patiently elucidated, longitudinally executed across our Buffalo tenure – we’re talking a f@#k-off masterclass here Nans….that’s why this man gets to wield a clipboard and wear a brown suit  (distant memory)… Lunch was foretold previously – Dan’s soup & pie float // a culinary epiphany….The deliciousness never stopped as Kondo prepped for evening Ribs…there was live sampling and beats by the tub…dinner was a smorgasbord of Brownness to warm the cockles of any heart….

Walmartin was voted handsomest nanna…coaches costume game was at another level that I did not understand but felt…..poker got played…pretty sure there was desert….Then there was LIES, DAMN LIES & Statistics (as penned by Mark Twain with an attribution to British PM B.Disraeli although historians can find no written record to suggest the attribution is correct)  – So Crooked held the Court of permutations and combinations waxing lyrical with BIG DATA and a kaleidoscope of motion graphics ….I was pretty fuck-eyed by this point in the evening but I remember Tao taking the striker title – Hell tidy work Host-w/the-Most and general legend…Nannas began passing out in the lounge room from Apophenia // SATURDAY <endpoint>