G'day Dave...
Yeah mate... I don't touch alcohol in any form, I even shy orf at cough mixture. But a bloody good billy of tea would be the go for me, you can get stuck into the beer, I am a tea totaller, but I care not for what other peoples pleasures are, they are free to help themselves.
Have a good xmas mate...
...croc
Musing.... from croc (via Glenny)
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croc
Re: Musing.... from croc (via Glenny)
It would appear that I have been a tad rood. There are a goodly few replies to this and I have omitted to acknowledge, or cast any referral at all to, about 90% of them. There is no excuse for that... not even being tired, having a bad day with the weather, having a few bad days with the weather, living in abject poverty, being a derelict, foodless, a leaking caravan roof... all of which is quite true. So to catch up...
Bob... G’day mate.
The ‘F’ word is a part of the school curriculum out here; it is taught very early to the kids so they can understand just what it is that their mums and dads are talking about. I forget that my mail is ‘Not Local Only’.
Cheers Bob, have a good Xmas.
...c
Dave Delaney.
G’day mate, and thanks. I can relate to your sig... I am constantly in Nature’s learning circle; round and round I go trying to learn, and if I ever reach terminal velocity within the circle, only the gods know where I will end up. Any tucker is good when you’re bloody hungry, eh. I have on several occasions thickened a ‘thin’ stew with a can of dog food. The dog biscuits are good to mop up the gravy with... There have been times I have been so bloody hungry and broke that I have even had my eye on the dog. It’s called survival.
Goodonya Dave, have a good ‘un.
...c
Dave Smith...
Howyadoin old mate...
Bloody Telstra... Oz’z leading phone provider and the buggars are still not able to give me a signal bang in the middle of town; the phone drops out all the time and geezuz man, how bad does it have to get before some body decides to get stuck in and provide the country with a decent phone network that bloody well works for gawds sake. I have tried them all and Telstra isn’t that far ahead of any of the others which by standards of communication these days is straight out pig terrible. Back in the good old days Nasa could talk to a bloke on the moon over a beam of light no bigger than the pointy end of a pin, and we mortals were still having to crank a handle to talk to the bloke next door. The techno is in place, why can’t they use it to provide a service that is at least worth the money they charge now, for something not much better than bloody abysmal.
And another thing... My wireless set up for the internet is pretty near non existent... Telstra again... and why is it that I tick, ‘Reconnect directly the connection is lost’ do I have to sit here watching what I am typing and then look up to find that the screen hasn’t got a word on it because the bloody net dropped orf and good old bloody Telstra can’t even be bothered to stick by the tick in the box... They need a tick in their ear and a kick up their rear; bloody hell that’s anapaestic....
Keep the billy hot old mate, you never know when our paths may cross...If you celebrate xmas... do it well.
...c
Marty... Yeah man, G’day.
I learned the trick with the peanut butter one day when I ran out of cooking oil. I thought that p/butter was pretty much all oil anyhow and by the powers old mate it gives meat a nice nutty taste as well as letting the flavour of the meat through as well. It’s not a bad move. And the peaches on the omelette was gleaned from a complete lack of time to have the main and then desert, so I combined the two, ate the lot all at once and saved a huge five minutes. I think the pepper at that point was a hurried accident because it got from the eggy stuff on to the fruity stuff but I didn’t have time to even think about it, down she went. It all winds up in the same place in the long run. Try it and let me know what you reckon... we could probably start a whole new epicurean delight cook book.
Stay cool and enjoy the end of the year madness.
...c
P/s... I sure hope you got one of them free range porkys; my old woman was married to a bloke who had a mate who kept free range porkys and when I asked them how many they had the reckoned between 400 and 450, so I snaffled a buggar later that week and spit roast it for my birthday and they never knew it was gone. They never got invited to the spit roast either as I would have been in for far too many sticky questions.
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Nev. How’s things in your neck of the woods mate...
‘HARANGUE.’ A speech marked by strong feeling; A declamation. Nev, bloody Telstar and it’s shenanigans, would put the Pope himself to desperation. The dog over the way gets sick of hearing it...( I wonder why it only visits when it can smell cooking... probably doesn’t want to wind up in the pot...) so I have to ‘vent’ on someone who will listen and understand. Thanks old mate, it looks like recognition at last.
Hope Santa brings you what you ask for...
...c
There we go... I feel much better now. Good-o.
Bob... G’day mate.
The ‘F’ word is a part of the school curriculum out here; it is taught very early to the kids so they can understand just what it is that their mums and dads are talking about. I forget that my mail is ‘Not Local Only’.
Cheers Bob, have a good Xmas.
...c
Dave Delaney.
G’day mate, and thanks. I can relate to your sig... I am constantly in Nature’s learning circle; round and round I go trying to learn, and if I ever reach terminal velocity within the circle, only the gods know where I will end up. Any tucker is good when you’re bloody hungry, eh. I have on several occasions thickened a ‘thin’ stew with a can of dog food. The dog biscuits are good to mop up the gravy with... There have been times I have been so bloody hungry and broke that I have even had my eye on the dog. It’s called survival.
Goodonya Dave, have a good ‘un.
...c
Dave Smith...
Howyadoin old mate...
Bloody Telstra... Oz’z leading phone provider and the buggars are still not able to give me a signal bang in the middle of town; the phone drops out all the time and geezuz man, how bad does it have to get before some body decides to get stuck in and provide the country with a decent phone network that bloody well works for gawds sake. I have tried them all and Telstra isn’t that far ahead of any of the others which by standards of communication these days is straight out pig terrible. Back in the good old days Nasa could talk to a bloke on the moon over a beam of light no bigger than the pointy end of a pin, and we mortals were still having to crank a handle to talk to the bloke next door. The techno is in place, why can’t they use it to provide a service that is at least worth the money they charge now, for something not much better than bloody abysmal.
And another thing... My wireless set up for the internet is pretty near non existent... Telstra again... and why is it that I tick, ‘Reconnect directly the connection is lost’ do I have to sit here watching what I am typing and then look up to find that the screen hasn’t got a word on it because the bloody net dropped orf and good old bloody Telstra can’t even be bothered to stick by the tick in the box... They need a tick in their ear and a kick up their rear; bloody hell that’s anapaestic....
Keep the billy hot old mate, you never know when our paths may cross...If you celebrate xmas... do it well.
...c
Marty... Yeah man, G’day.
I learned the trick with the peanut butter one day when I ran out of cooking oil. I thought that p/butter was pretty much all oil anyhow and by the powers old mate it gives meat a nice nutty taste as well as letting the flavour of the meat through as well. It’s not a bad move. And the peaches on the omelette was gleaned from a complete lack of time to have the main and then desert, so I combined the two, ate the lot all at once and saved a huge five minutes. I think the pepper at that point was a hurried accident because it got from the eggy stuff on to the fruity stuff but I didn’t have time to even think about it, down she went. It all winds up in the same place in the long run. Try it and let me know what you reckon... we could probably start a whole new epicurean delight cook book.
Stay cool and enjoy the end of the year madness.
...c
P/s... I sure hope you got one of them free range porkys; my old woman was married to a bloke who had a mate who kept free range porkys and when I asked them how many they had the reckoned between 400 and 450, so I snaffled a buggar later that week and spit roast it for my birthday and they never knew it was gone. They never got invited to the spit roast either as I would have been in for far too many sticky questions.
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Nev. How’s things in your neck of the woods mate...
‘HARANGUE.’ A speech marked by strong feeling; A declamation. Nev, bloody Telstar and it’s shenanigans, would put the Pope himself to desperation. The dog over the way gets sick of hearing it...( I wonder why it only visits when it can smell cooking... probably doesn’t want to wind up in the pot...) so I have to ‘vent’ on someone who will listen and understand. Thanks old mate, it looks like recognition at last.
Hope Santa brings you what you ask for...
...c
There we go... I feel much better now. Good-o.
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Neville Briggs
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Re: Musing.... from croc (via Glenny)
G'day croc. Things my way are reasonably stable a the moment.
I gave Testra away a long time ago. About 6 months after I pulled the pin, they sent me a bill for, would you believe $0. I was tempted to send a cheque for $0, but that would be to descend to their level of absurdity.
I should have kept it as a classic artefact of abject bureaucratic mindlessness.
I gave Testra away a long time ago. About 6 months after I pulled the pin, they sent me a bill for, would you believe $0. I was tempted to send a cheque for $0, but that would be to descend to their level of absurdity.
I should have kept it as a classic artefact of abject bureaucratic mindlessness.
Neville
" Prose is description, poetry is presence " Les Murray.
" Prose is description, poetry is presence " Les Murray.
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r.magnay
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Re: Musing.... from croc (via Glenny)
g'day croc, good to see you back in print...so to speak, I have just arrived home from what I would suspect is not that far from where you might be.........by us desert dwellers measurements that is, and generally as the bush turkey flies, I say that because I saw more of them today than I have ever seen in one day before! I have been working at Lake Nash which is on the border about 80 km south of Camooweal. Stick with it ol' mate!
Ross
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Re: Musing.... from croc (via Glenny)
G'day croc,
Howya goin ?
'n where the heck is Kooralbyn, specially when its on & off ?
Jim.
Howya goin ?
'n where the heck is Kooralbyn, specially when its on & off ?
Jim.
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Re: Musing.... from croc (via Glenny)
Nev... g’day mate...
Somewhere floating around I have a sig... it goes ‘Never underestimate the power of human stupidity’
A.B.M. --- yeah mate, in fact I reckon you could set orf a trend with that one; ‘It’s all a total load of A.B.M.. There you go mate, and as a bonus just for your good self, freely I give to you a five metric foot line in Iambic which should slot somewhere quite nicely into a 7 foot, 5 foot couple of lines. Probably at the end just to round it orf nicely.
Merry Xmas Nev.
...croc
Ross... what do I say old mate.
Geezus Ross, do you realize mate that you and I and my dearly beloved are pioneers. Mate, we started all this orf on Frank’s very first site, how many years back now... probably seven or eight, maybe more. And we were both bloody catatonic when it closed and a new one was opened and we had to log in afresh. And then Glenny came on site and asked you and I ‘...if there was any room for a sheila’, and I said ‘get yer butt in here girl’ ( I was in ‘The Far North West’ at the time...) and the rest is bloody history Ross. We are the three musketeers who wandered around on a site bereft of site material, You and I wrote ‘Round Robins’ with each other because there was nobody else. I think Merv Webster came on fairly early after that and then I forget the order, if I ever knew it; and between Ross Magnay, Glenny Palmer and croc, we kicked its rear orifice into virtually what we have today. There was only the one site in those days and that was Franks, and then along came that other site run by Ricky Raftus and he had the fortune to import all our hard work at gathering members.(Sob) We were the three amigos amigo.
I wilted badly orf the scene trying to earn a quid or two wherever the quid or two might be; We didn’t even have a guaranteed water supply 24/7 in some places, and power was pretty much at the whim of the local authority, and p/c’s were like Telstra signal. Pretty bloody nonexistent when the sales rep tells you the place is cooking the bloody wild life with that much signal, that Telstra have special squads out clearing away everything from a butterfly to a bloody Water buffalo... bullshit they do.
I saw a few bush turkeys up in the rain forest at Melany, and then out here in the Wild West, there are a good few Bustards flying around. The nick name is plains turkeys and the go is that the latter is a lot tastier than the former. I have tried neither... yet.
How you get here...Pop into your local government orfice and ask that nice sheila behind the jump if you can have a Queensland Passport. It might take a while, what with the eye iris scan and the fingerprints and all the necessary health checks followed by a massive drug test... but it’s worth it... Then you can legally cross the border and get over to the Isa. About an inch out of the Isa, do a starboard 90 and on to Concurry; an eighth of an inch out of Concurry do a starboard 90 and travel two and a half inches down to Winton. Straight out of Winton, down to Longreach, and port 25 degrees out of L/reach for Emerald and straight through to Rockhampton. You’re on the coast. (You can tell that by the sea air) Double back and find a way out of Rocky for Bilouela and follow that right through to Banana. There’s a bloody good truck stop in Banana and if you ring me from there mate, I’ll come out for breakfast and guide you the other couple of inches No worries.
Didn’t know they had electric out Lake Nash... or have you been holidaying and filling the oil lamps. No doubt taking large draughts of ‘border-brew’ and spinning yarns in the warm glow of a kero lantern.
You go well old mate... treat Xmas as though it were your own.
...croc
Jim... I’m not too bad for an old bloke mate, how’s yerself.
If you wish to visit the beauty and serenity of the glorious Scenic Rim, then like Ross you will need to see the sheila behind the jump in your local government orfice, she’ll put you right as how to obtain Passport into Queensland. Once you can legally enter, come up the coast to Brisbane... it’s the last place I want to be in so don’t stop there. I have no idea how you do it, but a great deal of road rage helps a lot, try somehow to avoid that bloody tunnel like the plague, but in doing so try to find some way of getting to Browns Plains. That is not a place I want to be either, so don’t call from there. Once in Browns Plains old mate, you have mastered the first half; the second half is getting out of Browns Plains for Beaudesert. After the ordeal of that, head for Beaudesert, and Kooralbyn is about half an hours drive further on... watch for the signpost turning to starboard 90
Its got a full blown resort with a bloody huge waste of trees golf course, and a shopping centre that caters for the average need. It has an air strip that will cater for a Lear jet, and a few polo clubs, swimming pools... Once or twice without much notice, the good folk of Kooralbyn have to suffer the slings and arrows of some bloody silly two wheeled orf road mountain climbing bloody geek on a pushbike, and the noise as they try to climb what I could bloody near run up is phenomenal. They play bloody stupid music at about 200 decibels of pure bloody distortion, and this goes on from Friday night when they set up, to late Sunday when mercifully the pack up and **** orf... get the picture?
Mate, I’m a bushie... so when that lot’s on, I’m orf, and when that lots orf, I’m on. I am orf at the moment, because I think the social life of Kooralbyn could kick orf quite soon, It’s about the season for the Two Wheeled mob to chuck a xmas break up, break neck, dead loud and noisy set of “Christmas Records” or something, I don’t know but the bones say ‘Be Orf...’ and a cynical mind obeys the bones. But that’s how you do it mate and that’s why it’s on and orf.. I didn’t actually put that in the avatar, my beloved did... once when I was orf.
Go well Jim and may you get just what you want from Santa...
...croc
Somewhere floating around I have a sig... it goes ‘Never underestimate the power of human stupidity’
A.B.M. --- yeah mate, in fact I reckon you could set orf a trend with that one; ‘It’s all a total load of A.B.M.. There you go mate, and as a bonus just for your good self, freely I give to you a five metric foot line in Iambic which should slot somewhere quite nicely into a 7 foot, 5 foot couple of lines. Probably at the end just to round it orf nicely.
Merry Xmas Nev.
...croc
Ross... what do I say old mate.
Geezus Ross, do you realize mate that you and I and my dearly beloved are pioneers. Mate, we started all this orf on Frank’s very first site, how many years back now... probably seven or eight, maybe more. And we were both bloody catatonic when it closed and a new one was opened and we had to log in afresh. And then Glenny came on site and asked you and I ‘...if there was any room for a sheila’, and I said ‘get yer butt in here girl’ ( I was in ‘The Far North West’ at the time...) and the rest is bloody history Ross. We are the three musketeers who wandered around on a site bereft of site material, You and I wrote ‘Round Robins’ with each other because there was nobody else. I think Merv Webster came on fairly early after that and then I forget the order, if I ever knew it; and between Ross Magnay, Glenny Palmer and croc, we kicked its rear orifice into virtually what we have today. There was only the one site in those days and that was Franks, and then along came that other site run by Ricky Raftus and he had the fortune to import all our hard work at gathering members.(Sob) We were the three amigos amigo.
I wilted badly orf the scene trying to earn a quid or two wherever the quid or two might be; We didn’t even have a guaranteed water supply 24/7 in some places, and power was pretty much at the whim of the local authority, and p/c’s were like Telstra signal. Pretty bloody nonexistent when the sales rep tells you the place is cooking the bloody wild life with that much signal, that Telstra have special squads out clearing away everything from a butterfly to a bloody Water buffalo... bullshit they do.
I saw a few bush turkeys up in the rain forest at Melany, and then out here in the Wild West, there are a good few Bustards flying around. The nick name is plains turkeys and the go is that the latter is a lot tastier than the former. I have tried neither... yet.
How you get here...Pop into your local government orfice and ask that nice sheila behind the jump if you can have a Queensland Passport. It might take a while, what with the eye iris scan and the fingerprints and all the necessary health checks followed by a massive drug test... but it’s worth it... Then you can legally cross the border and get over to the Isa. About an inch out of the Isa, do a starboard 90 and on to Concurry; an eighth of an inch out of Concurry do a starboard 90 and travel two and a half inches down to Winton. Straight out of Winton, down to Longreach, and port 25 degrees out of L/reach for Emerald and straight through to Rockhampton. You’re on the coast. (You can tell that by the sea air) Double back and find a way out of Rocky for Bilouela and follow that right through to Banana. There’s a bloody good truck stop in Banana and if you ring me from there mate, I’ll come out for breakfast and guide you the other couple of inches No worries.
Didn’t know they had electric out Lake Nash... or have you been holidaying and filling the oil lamps. No doubt taking large draughts of ‘border-brew’ and spinning yarns in the warm glow of a kero lantern.
You go well old mate... treat Xmas as though it were your own.
...croc
Jim... I’m not too bad for an old bloke mate, how’s yerself.
If you wish to visit the beauty and serenity of the glorious Scenic Rim, then like Ross you will need to see the sheila behind the jump in your local government orfice, she’ll put you right as how to obtain Passport into Queensland. Once you can legally enter, come up the coast to Brisbane... it’s the last place I want to be in so don’t stop there. I have no idea how you do it, but a great deal of road rage helps a lot, try somehow to avoid that bloody tunnel like the plague, but in doing so try to find some way of getting to Browns Plains. That is not a place I want to be either, so don’t call from there. Once in Browns Plains old mate, you have mastered the first half; the second half is getting out of Browns Plains for Beaudesert. After the ordeal of that, head for Beaudesert, and Kooralbyn is about half an hours drive further on... watch for the signpost turning to starboard 90
Its got a full blown resort with a bloody huge waste of trees golf course, and a shopping centre that caters for the average need. It has an air strip that will cater for a Lear jet, and a few polo clubs, swimming pools... Once or twice without much notice, the good folk of Kooralbyn have to suffer the slings and arrows of some bloody silly two wheeled orf road mountain climbing bloody geek on a pushbike, and the noise as they try to climb what I could bloody near run up is phenomenal. They play bloody stupid music at about 200 decibels of pure bloody distortion, and this goes on from Friday night when they set up, to late Sunday when mercifully the pack up and **** orf... get the picture?
Mate, I’m a bushie... so when that lot’s on, I’m orf, and when that lots orf, I’m on. I am orf at the moment, because I think the social life of Kooralbyn could kick orf quite soon, It’s about the season for the Two Wheeled mob to chuck a xmas break up, break neck, dead loud and noisy set of “Christmas Records” or something, I don’t know but the bones say ‘Be Orf...’ and a cynical mind obeys the bones. But that’s how you do it mate and that’s why it’s on and orf.. I didn’t actually put that in the avatar, my beloved did... once when I was orf.
Go well Jim and may you get just what you want from Santa...
...croc
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Re: Musing.... from croc (via Glenny)
"Please" Santa. I need a passport to Kooralbyn.
Maybe I could use me old Qld one.
I got rellos on Bribie and middle son in Mackay.
So, I have been granted entry a coupla times.
'n I have learned to watch out for 'them bustards in the bush'.
Hope Mary Xmas will be kind to ya.
"ooroo"
Jim.
Maybe I could use me old Qld one.
I got rellos on Bribie and middle son in Mackay.
So, I have been granted entry a coupla times.
'n I have learned to watch out for 'them bustards in the bush'.
Hope Mary Xmas will be kind to ya.
"ooroo"
Jim.
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r.magnay
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Re: Musing.... from croc (via Glenny)
G'day again croc,
Yeah they were good old days hey? had everyone stumped just where "the far north west" was!
As a matter of fact croc, I have a passport to Queensland, in fact I am actually a rate payer over there!
Lake Nash is actually a cattle station, I was working on the blackfella community that is called some unpronouncable name translated by some non English speaking ethnic into what they thought English might sound like....as is much of the naming of places out here. Both the homestead and community are a couple of k's from the Georgina on the Rankin and a couple of K's apart.
Yeah, I have never seen a scrub turkey but I have eaten many bustards in the past, had no shooter with me this trip....wouldn't shoot one anyway....it's illegal...if your'e a white fella.
Keep well ol' mate and enjoy your Xmas!
Yeah they were good old days hey? had everyone stumped just where "the far north west" was!
As a matter of fact croc, I have a passport to Queensland, in fact I am actually a rate payer over there!
Lake Nash is actually a cattle station, I was working on the blackfella community that is called some unpronouncable name translated by some non English speaking ethnic into what they thought English might sound like....as is much of the naming of places out here. Both the homestead and community are a couple of k's from the Georgina on the Rankin and a couple of K's apart.
Yeah, I have never seen a scrub turkey but I have eaten many bustards in the past, had no shooter with me this trip....wouldn't shoot one anyway....it's illegal...if your'e a white fella.
Keep well ol' mate and enjoy your Xmas!
Ross
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Re: Musing.... from croc (via Glenny)
G’day Jim
Yeah... you could use an old passport but it will need the current authorisation stamp and proof of the rellos actually being rellos because anyone could claim to have rellos that were in fact non- rellos; the penalty for that is somewhat rather severe in Queensland. In the case of middle son in Mackay, I don’t think the border patrols need proof of that because he will most likely have been contacted by the Overland Authority, and his statements will be taken, so it looks like just a refresher stamp and the appropriate medicals for you and then orf you go to Kooralbyn.
Them Bustards in the bush... yeah, look out for them mate.
Go well Jim...
...croc
Rosco... old mate.
Yeah they were good old days. You can’t get much more ‘Far Nth West’ than pommy-land, unless you are up in the Arctic Circle... bloody cold up there mate.
Seeing as how you are a ratepayer Ross, I believe there will be no restrictions against you... paying rates to local authority gives right of entry to that person... go for it.
Ah so Lake Nash would have power then... good-o. It sounds like a big station , and I bet they will now suffer from the Indonesian govt cutting the cattle quota.
I’ll get round to stewing a bustard one day when no one is looking... a furtive croc sneaks out and grabs a bustard. Ripper.
Go well old china...
...croc
Yeah... you could use an old passport but it will need the current authorisation stamp and proof of the rellos actually being rellos because anyone could claim to have rellos that were in fact non- rellos; the penalty for that is somewhat rather severe in Queensland. In the case of middle son in Mackay, I don’t think the border patrols need proof of that because he will most likely have been contacted by the Overland Authority, and his statements will be taken, so it looks like just a refresher stamp and the appropriate medicals for you and then orf you go to Kooralbyn.
Them Bustards in the bush... yeah, look out for them mate.
Go well Jim...
...croc
Rosco... old mate.
Yeah they were good old days. You can’t get much more ‘Far Nth West’ than pommy-land, unless you are up in the Arctic Circle... bloody cold up there mate.
Seeing as how you are a ratepayer Ross, I believe there will be no restrictions against you... paying rates to local authority gives right of entry to that person... go for it.
Ah so Lake Nash would have power then... good-o. It sounds like a big station , and I bet they will now suffer from the Indonesian govt cutting the cattle quota.
I’ll get round to stewing a bustard one day when no one is looking... a furtive croc sneaks out and grabs a bustard. Ripper.
Go well old china...
...croc
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Dave Smith
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Re: Musing.... from croc (via Glenny)
Yeah Croc if it's a good billy of tea I'm in.
Reading your posts it seems like you have the one thing that money can't buy poverty.
TTFN
Reading your posts it seems like you have the one thing that money can't buy poverty.
TTFN
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