Boxing Day....Literally??

Following in the footsteps of his Grand-Mootha, Julian joined the black eyed club on Boxing Day no less. But was he boxing?

No.

This shiner was the result of sliding down 'the death hill' in Harvey Station. Nothing like a family party on Boxing Day to put colour in your cheeks! Julian's face 'kissed' some gnarly ice during a wipe-out.

I, myself, almost died in a separate accident near the death hill, though not involving a toboggan. In fact, my 'brush with death' was a Thanksgiving mishap that occurred about five years ago. I took an apple to the temple, thrown by a holy hurler. Damn near dropped me into an early grave.