building a golf course in an afternoon
I worked at a mine in the western australian desert. The head of the earth moving contractors, a great fat bastard like most of his ilk, had a certain aversion to capsicum. he hated the stuff but the caterers continued to serve it in their one item menus. the head caterer liked golf, so he struck a deal with him. If he stopped putting capsicum in the food he'd build him a golf course on the next shift change. true to his word, using the diggers, dozers and graders at his disposal, along with a complete disregard for environmental protection, built an 18 hole golf course in an afternoon, hacked out of the bush. It wasn't a bad one either. the greens were termite mounds they'd crushed and rolled, the bunkers had proper sand, and the tee-off areas were raised platforms. everything except grass, really. One hole ran along the edge of a 500m deep open pit, a hazard if ever there was one. We only had one set of clubs for the first week until the plane came, which I managed to fuck up. after we lost the balls, I took to hitting lumps of quartz and buckled a few of them. the mine closed a few years ago, the second time the place had become a ghost town.
( cumquat may will not be commenting further on the allegations, Thu 10 Mar 2011, 19:53, Reply)