Tony in Mass.
Well-known Member
I was wondering where you've been... I heard they are filming Mad Max 4... so I reckoned you were on the props department team...
Dunno if I told you, I spent a couple years down under, one on the long black cloud... so I learned the fine art of 'precision guessing', and adapted to the work ethic of 'nay bloody worries mate! she'll be right'.... which I believe in to this very day...
I fisrt arrived in OZ at Brisbane... just my luck, in July and August the topless beached were empty.
Some mates thought we'd have better luck with finding a job going south instead of north, and we were off in an old Holden... the kind that a thief with 4 keys opened every car out there? So my rucksack in the boot went walkabout for a few days, nothing valuable missing thank Gawd. So we were off again ... I wanted to...had to...needed to.. desired to... go to Canberra.... rang the home, her father said she just left the week earlier for north Queensland... bloody ell for several reasons, it started to snow, not a job for hours around, rents were daft, and cause I had kiwi currency, going all the way up to the reef wasn't possible.
So got a job in the Greek neighbourhood in Sidney... that was more like New York city than I imagined, and bloody cold wind there too! So had to fly out, ticket was for Singapore, had a distant cousin living there suppose to be a big plumbing engineer for an oil co.... got there... stink! This was in the mid 80's, I reckon it has cleaned up since then.... Ya could start smelling that place at 20,000 feet! Crikey. he didnt' even have a phone connected.... got sacked, went native... in a bungalow out of a Rudyard Kipling story- on the most humid, smelly, dead animal infested beach on the bloody planet...
the room they put me up in didn't have a door to speak of... and there was a bloody great python- bigger than me anyway, came in and nosed around all night. So sod this too!
Flew into UK- ended up staying with the poms!
Well, I talked like a strine, wore strine clothes... until a football huligan in Yorkshire threw a beerbottle at me as I was thumbing... so had to spend what was left of my money on pommie style clothes... and soon found the 'merican' accent was.... handier? With the ladies?...cough cough...
So that was the end of my southern hemisphere tale.... but then, I did have lunch with- (and You have to shout) 'the Arch Wizard of Canteberry'... and he insists that is the proper side of the planet... buggered if I know!!!
cheers mate!
Dunno if I told you, I spent a couple years down under, one on the long black cloud... so I learned the fine art of 'precision guessing', and adapted to the work ethic of 'nay bloody worries mate! she'll be right'.... which I believe in to this very day...
I fisrt arrived in OZ at Brisbane... just my luck, in July and August the topless beached were empty.
Some mates thought we'd have better luck with finding a job going south instead of north, and we were off in an old Holden... the kind that a thief with 4 keys opened every car out there? So my rucksack in the boot went walkabout for a few days, nothing valuable missing thank Gawd. So we were off again ... I wanted to...had to...needed to.. desired to... go to Canberra.... rang the home, her father said she just left the week earlier for north Queensland... bloody ell for several reasons, it started to snow, not a job for hours around, rents were daft, and cause I had kiwi currency, going all the way up to the reef wasn't possible.
So got a job in the Greek neighbourhood in Sidney... that was more like New York city than I imagined, and bloody cold wind there too! So had to fly out, ticket was for Singapore, had a distant cousin living there suppose to be a big plumbing engineer for an oil co.... got there... stink! This was in the mid 80's, I reckon it has cleaned up since then.... Ya could start smelling that place at 20,000 feet! Crikey. he didnt' even have a phone connected.... got sacked, went native... in a bungalow out of a Rudyard Kipling story- on the most humid, smelly, dead animal infested beach on the bloody planet...
the room they put me up in didn't have a door to speak of... and there was a bloody great python- bigger than me anyway, came in and nosed around all night. So sod this too!
Flew into UK- ended up staying with the poms!
Well, I talked like a strine, wore strine clothes... until a football huligan in Yorkshire threw a beerbottle at me as I was thumbing... so had to spend what was left of my money on pommie style clothes... and soon found the 'merican' accent was.... handier? With the ladies?...cough cough...
So that was the end of my southern hemisphere tale.... but then, I did have lunch with- (and You have to shout) 'the Arch Wizard of Canteberry'... and he insists that is the proper side of the planet... buggered if I know!!!
cheers mate!