It started with the discovery of a new-found implement of destruction: The Palm Leaf.

Is this a stupid looking dog or what?

Then Jarred rocked up on his bike:

Only to run arse over tit into a tree...

As expected, Kerin started with his traditional fire routine.
(Must make mental note for next time: Do not put a fire out by rolling on it).

Who needs fireworks when you can ram a sparkler up a hollow egg?

Ah, bugger it, let's just set the whole frigging thing alight!

Chris has got the moves:

All this excitement led us to write and record a tribute song to the one and only Wade.  Here's the proof that Wade himself was there at the time, relishing in the spirit of this great occasion.

(Strangely enough, the song was titled "Wade's Fucked...")

It's an egg, Kerin.

And finally, something to freak us all out:
What the hell is the blue thing that appears behind this pole?
We never saw it there on the night...