Ramblings from the road
“Where’s that useless bastard, Norm!!” roared Bruce.
“He’s let me down again. I don’t know why I asked him to run this department. He couldn’t organise a shit fight in a septic tank. Ah, there you are, you poor excuse for a manager.”
Continue reading “Norm”February 2000
I imagine that every racehorse owner dreams of owning a Melbourne Cup winner, or a Cox Plate, a Golden Slipper, or to stand in the winners circle after winning the Caulfield Cup.
Continue reading “Ole Black Magic”
One day, Wally our office cleaner, was cleaning the toliets when we decided to put a wooden wedge under the bottom of the door so that it would jam and he wouldn’t be able to come out again.
Continue reading “Wally”