Good Bastards Hall of Fame

Pat and Linda Condon

Those of you who have read the Good Bastards book, the larrikins guide to success, will be well familiar with Pat Condon. Pat has played a vital part in my life from as far back as I can remember.

Just Up......Whataroa Hilton	Linda Condon and Dexton

He too hails from the mighty Franz Josef and we went through Primary school together. We started off in the same class and then he stole a bit of a march when I failed standard one or year three in the other money. He was the clever bastard. The only reason for that was dumb bastards like me made it look that way.

The bastard has been in front of me ever since.

Pat at the controls of the Jet Boat	Get outta here ya rotten bastards

He was one of the wild ones until Linda stepped up to the mark and said "I’ll corral the bastard" At least that’s what I reckon she said.

Corral him she did and she has done a good job of bringing the frisky colt to heel.

Pat and Linda, until recently were beef farming down at Franz Josef Glacier and spent around thirty years being good citizens and farmers in that fair town.

Pat has been the catalyst in this whole Good Bastard thing. If it wasn’t for his and Mike Alford’s effort in building the Whataroa Hilton, the ideal blokes hut situated way out in the scrub with the only accessible by helicopter or jet boat, then this whole great saga would never have happened.

	Pat and Troy Weave getting ready to catch a big one
	Pat and Mike Alford at Whataroa Hilton

So, if you want to blame some bastards; blame one Patrick Francis Condon. Named after me as I too am called Patrick Francis, only my parents decided first. That’s what I reckon anyway.

Apparently we were both named after a bloody bishop. Sends a shudder up me spine.

God know what it will be doing to the bishop, him knowing that these reprobates adorn his name. Still, on the brighter side, he must have been a larrikin with a name like that.

You get a snippet of what it is like down at "Our Hilton" by clicking on to the Photo Gallery button and seeing a few of the folk involved in our annual sojourn to this little slice of Godzone.

About 1992/3 Pat & Linda were on the Gold Coast and looked up Saint Pam and I for a few big nights on the piss where the secret hut was discussed in its secret location.

Geez it sounded great, there was no way he was going to keep me away from a visit the following year. Shit it was good.

I asked if I could bring a couple of mates the following year. "As long as they’re Good Bastards, don’t want any wankers coming down."

Well the two mates sure qualified as Good Bastards, Hyndsie and Kerbs feature in the book as well as regular mentions within the confines of this medium.

Like most of us Pat has an opinion on pretty much everything, an opinion that can sometimes be at odds with the establishment.

This makes for great debate, especially over a few Good Bastards Beers, which from now on will be the standard drink served at the Hilton.

Good Luck to you Pat and Linda from all the Good bastards in your new home in Nelson.