Back in March I met a heap of real Good Bastards when we had a tent at the Blues Brews and BBQ's event at Shagley Park in Christchurch.

What made it a rip roaring success was this team of Good Bastards that I had giving me a hand behind the bar.

Not only did these bastards sell one hell of a lot of grog, they are great bunch to work with and highly entertaining.

What made it so entertaining was how courageously these blokes got into chatting up the ladies as each day progressed.

This may have had something to do with the heat; then again it may have been pure courage and testicular valour derived solely from numerous bottles of Good Bastards Beer. It can do that you know.

By the end of each day there were more women in our tent than there were outside. Something like a talent quest with only the best going through to the final.

Now, I have to tell you, there was a fifth Good Bastard who I didn't get his name as he never came back on the Sunday. Apparently he was corralled, but then that's only an unconfirmed rumour.

He was a real Good Bastard who worked his arse off. With a bit of luck we can tell you his name in a future issue. In the meantime he'll be called the Fifth Beatle.

The photos here, minus the fifth Beatle, will give a slight clue how things unfolded down on the famous Park that sunny and otherwise peaceful couple of days.
Well, OK Bloody Leo, maybe I should have added pissy.