Fire when ready

This is a story of eight ageing hippies who formed a club with the sole aim of having fun while dying. Few are eligible, or indeed willing, to join Bonga’s MCC. We’re a bit fed up with society and scorn tradition – no riding in a hearse to be cremated for us.

I’m Uncle Andy, call sign ‘unco’. My wish is to be severely incapacitated while crashing in the desert, with just enough strength to crawl under a shady desert oak to expire and, thereby, let the dingoes have a feed.

I’m the youngest member at 60 and, therefore, the most senior. I’m a former Roulettes instructor (contract), search and rescue trained, and have a Master’s Degree in Super Max trash talk issued by none other than NSW’s finest educational institution, affectionately known as The Fridge, in Goulburn ... Thank you, thank you. It most certainly is a pleasure to be here