Every camping ground we stay in around Australia seems to have a camp something, you know, like a camp know-all or a camp smart-arse.
Continue reading “Camp Something”G’day Bruce
“I’ve had this,” Max said to me one morning”
“Look at that bloody mess my light table has been left in again. Bruce must have done some work on it after we went home last night and didn’t bother to tidy up after himself. Bloody arrogant untidy bastard.”
Continue reading “G’day Bruce”Arie
Arie (with a name like that he had to be dutch) was the factory clown. The sort of guy with a weird and wonderful sense of humor. He could say something extremely funny (everyone would crack up laughing) and he would still manage to keep a straight face which would make the situation even more hilarious.
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