I spent the arvo at the best mates place.
Giving him a hand to set up for his 50th bash tomorrow. He's a youngen.
Spit set up,gazebos erected, eskis iced and the block splitter got a workout for the bonfire.
Should be a great night.
Where is this going? you may ask.
Well,,,I'll tell you.
The mate grew up in a little,very little back then, place called Tin Can Bay during the 60s and 70s.
His parents were the school teachers. They still own the house, and the son owns the one next door in Jew street.
Jeepers will know which ones. They both need a bulldozer thru them.
Although the Deans might object.
Also down for the weekend is a part indigenous mate who has lived at Tin Can since the 70s.
A few beers and the talked turned to a certain Tin Can mowerman with a broken boat in the marina.
The few stories,I'm sorry to say, are unprintable.
But I'm promised there will be more to come tomorrow.
Rod
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C'mon, do tell, please, pretty please,pretty pretty pretty please, Im not a vindictive person, but
I just love it when the shyte hits somebody else for a change
