The sometimes true recollection of CAMP FIRE CONNIE Many years ago, before girls and we were all married, we were enjoying a BBQ and some drinks. The occasion; completion of the Beach Football season, many tall tales were being bandied around. The venue; out the back of the Surf Club, participants; all blokes. No problems arose, although some low life presented Doug with a sausage sandwich containing a very dry dogs turd complete with tomato sauce. It was allowed only for him to have one bite, he was alerted to the predicament. The party progressed for some time until some body of the opposite sex intruded our party and was in our midst. Most of the boys switched off until her presence could be explained, and in due course we discovered she was from some publishing company, her portfolio was to write stories on men's sporting bodies, (operative word). She had chosen our bodies to investigate. She wanted to check out our members, (operative word) and transcribe to literature. She was a good scout and interviewed us all individually. At sometime, the newly christened ‘Camp Fire Connie', became very open, she suggested we carry on our activities as if she was not present. At some stage unknown to the writer, a liaison was reached between one of our ‘members' and her self. To this day I believe she was fair dinkum and really needed a story, until several drinks later she became attracted to "a member". I can remember having a really funny time during the interviews, we were asked to relate past encounters with girls and describe our feelings, most guys were free in their information. But never!! Were we over the top, no advance was made in her direction, we honestly believed in her agenda and we were having a good time. I really did not have any input, I was a virgin. At sometime later the "member" she had chosen was asked to give her a lift home. A strange story was about to unfold. "Connie" and the ‘member' set off to places unknown, unknown to them several motor cars were in hot pursuit and we followed them to a destination, a destination only I and "members" will ever know. What transgressed was; nice girl quite night, that is lo and behold, she lived locally and was asked by the ‘member' to escort her home. Oh, where were we, we melded into the background, we watched as she was escorted home not a matter of yards from the rendezvous. A man, her husband appears at the door, the conversation becomes heated, the "member' goes limp and runs for cover. While this little piece of trivia seems innocent, questions may be asked concerning its content, hence the hidden site. This concludes the saga of "CAMP FIRE CONNIE". Some of the original actors have passed on, they will be relating this story around the campfire in the ‘great Surf Club'.