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» Grandparents
Grandad was bloody awesome. Fought the Japs up in PNG, sugar cane farmer all his life and when he wasn't chopping cane by hand he was inventing home made beers and wines that sometimes involuntarily redecorated the back shed, when he'd got the balance wrong.
The best times were when he would take us fishing in a tiny little dinghy with a giant outboard in (what I now know was) crocodile infested waters. We'd chuck crab pots in and reap the rewards the next day. Humongous green mud crabs would evilly leer at us kids snapping away while we sat on the crab pots as the boat tore up the river. For an extra special treat once we were home, he'd have all the crabs tied up in a metal rubbish bin on the back verandah. For what must have been fabulous entertainment for the responsible adults in my life, he would "accidentally" untie them and knock over the bin so these dark green monsters would make a dash for us screaming nutters.
After buying Grandad's house a couple of months ago and last week excavating the garden, you wouldn't believe it - an old crab shell was found! An escapee from the big pot!
RIP Chris - thanks legend.
(Wed 8th Jun 2011, 11:34, More)
Grandad was bloody awesome. Fought the Japs up in PNG, sugar cane farmer all his life and when he wasn't chopping cane by hand he was inventing home made beers and wines that sometimes involuntarily redecorated the back shed, when he'd got the balance wrong.
The best times were when he would take us fishing in a tiny little dinghy with a giant outboard in (what I now know was) crocodile infested waters. We'd chuck crab pots in and reap the rewards the next day. Humongous green mud crabs would evilly leer at us kids snapping away while we sat on the crab pots as the boat tore up the river. For an extra special treat once we were home, he'd have all the crabs tied up in a metal rubbish bin on the back verandah. For what must have been fabulous entertainment for the responsible adults in my life, he would "accidentally" untie them and knock over the bin so these dark green monsters would make a dash for us screaming nutters.
After buying Grandad's house a couple of months ago and last week excavating the garden, you wouldn't believe it - an old crab shell was found! An escapee from the big pot!
RIP Chris - thanks legend.
(Wed 8th Jun 2011, 11:34, More)
» Worst Person for the Job
Booze, boredom and a leaky bum
Without a doubt, my current boss is the second worst person I've even seen do, what is on paper, a very simple job. Speak to people, get results and know what you're talking about. She is only the second worst at this, because the last one we had shat himself in front of the clients. Thank god for alcohol because it's the only way any of us can sleep at night, knowing these morons are in charge.
(Sun 9th Sep 2012, 2:15, More)
Booze, boredom and a leaky bum
Without a doubt, my current boss is the second worst person I've even seen do, what is on paper, a very simple job. Speak to people, get results and know what you're talking about. She is only the second worst at this, because the last one we had shat himself in front of the clients. Thank god for alcohol because it's the only way any of us can sleep at night, knowing these morons are in charge.
(Sun 9th Sep 2012, 2:15, More)