In 1986, our whole family, Marg, myself, Craig and Brett undertook our first camping trip to Queensland and back.
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MINNA TA GORE
In the 1970’s I played soccer for Ringwood United with quite a few Irish blokes. And typically Irish they were to. Mad as mickey mouse watches.
Continue reading “MINNA TA GORE”The Bloody Donuts!
During the years I played soccer for the Ringwood United Reserves, Marg worked at Fletcher Jones in Ringwood. She always finished work at about 12.15pm and every second week, when our home game was at Wonga Park Reserve, Mark, Craig, Brett and myself would leave home about 12pm and pick her up on the way to the ground.
Continue reading “The Bloody Donuts!”Camp Something
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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