Larceny of helmets?

Gee, BB, why didn't you just use your mobile phone to take happy snaps
of the bike, the car, the respective number plates, the helmet *and* the
perps faces, and anonymously e-mail the whole lot to the AFP? If the
guys really were helmet thieves, they wouldn't have been provoked at all
by that behaviour. No way. Not a chance.

 

guess

 

Bloody thieves, come into a shed without a passport or entry permit and
steal a worthless 15 year old carton of stout

 

...intimately.

Nev..
'07 XB12X
'08 DL1000K8

 

[applause]
Humour in Biblical proportions!

 

Got it in one.

Was in said Salamanca yesterday meeting a friend to loan her my
Telstra phone to go to Falls Festival and have some lunch. I got a
call from another friend who was over from Melbourne for Xmas and
thought we should catch up so suggested she come down to Sslamanca too
(and I met her about 4 years ago when she wanted come for a ride on
the busa, I later found out her surname and we worked out I worked
with her dad 15 years ago and the last time I saw her should would
have been a 6 year old running around the pits at Baskervilla
raceway). So, sitting outside in the sun with Nikki sipping a beer and
Emma wanders over. Turns out the two of them went to uni together and
knew each other quite well. Conversation ensues along the lines of
"How do you know Kevin?" Nikki later said to me "Aren't you waiting to
meet someone else?". Yes - Emma. It wasn't a random meeting. The
random (or Tasmanian) part of it was all knew each other.

At a gig last night, I got called in late to set the PA up for a DJ
that was playing. Fine, DJs require far less effort than bands and I
get free beer all night and get paid. No problem, although it was the
third night in a row I've been called in at the last minute on top of
working through the day. Was a fairly quiet night as people are saving
up for NYE I guess.

At first there was only one person in the room, the DJ's girlfriend so
I sat down and started chatting to her. Never met her before but
within about half an hour realised we knew so many people in common it
was ridiculous. And she definitely would have been at gigs I'd worked
on before although possibly when shen she was only 18-19. And to get
that 1.2 degrees of Tasmanian separation, she's good friends with the
flatmate of the concierge at the ABC where Smack works, and the latter
two I spent Boxing Day with at a BBQ before my head exploding with
thought of all these connections

I gotta get out of here.

(Although I must admit it is nice to wander down to Salamanca on my
own and know that there will be someone there I know to talk to).

 

We had our company Xmas do last week, a 5 hour cruise on the river.
You wind up talking to people you've known for a long time about
things you don't talk about at work. One of our guys was with us for
two years, went to England for 4 and then came back to us, now back
two years. He said his mum lives in York (the WA one), I said I went
to my school ball in 1960 with a girl from York. His mum is exactly
the right age and went to Northam High School that year. I assured him
there was no reason to start calling my son bro. He wound up calling
his mum from the boat and the girl I went out with was, and still is,
her best mate.

Theo

 

So, lemme see if i can capture the point here...
WA is like Tassie only much much bigger?

Scary...

Onya bike...

Gerry

 

Both places are hard to get to,
WA is surrounded by desert on one side and water on the other
and Tassie is surrounded by water all round
and thank christ for both

But, there is that little bit between called a fact
and you know what a fact is?

It is the little bit of seperation between the **** hole and the muck hole
and if you hit that bit of seperation while you are aiming for the ****
hole, then you are in the shit

and that's a fact

but this fact is called South Australia
That lot are so closely related to Tasmanians it's not funny any more

 

George, do the staff in your nursing home know you're using their
computer?


Onya bike...

Gerry

 

I was wondering how long it would take for me to bump into someone in
England (apart from Jeffles) that I knew.

I'd arranged to meet a mate in London when I was down that way. We did
a pub crawl along the Thames. It was mid-week and the piss-week poms
were shutting their pubs down before midnight. So around midnight we
give up and get the underground to head home. We were roughly heading
in the same direction and Dave was giving me directions as which tube
changes I had to make. We both get off at a station and are walking
towards the stairs in a pretty deserted station. I hear this voice
from behind saying "Kevin! Kevin!"

I figure it is midnight on a Tuesday in London and she can't possibly
be calling for me and ignored it at first. But she persisted and we
stopped and turned around. Seems the girl had been listening to our
conversation on the train and had realised Dave had given me a bum
call on the station changeover and I needed to go one more stop then
change lines. Considering how impersonal I found Londoners (not rude -
just too frigging busy to worry about other people's problems) I
thought it was a nice gesture. That's as close as I got over there.
See what happens when I get back there. But I don't want to live in
London so will live in even more obscure places so the odds are going
to plummet. Still reckon it will happen sometime though.

 

Gees you're a loud mouth Gerry

 

Andrew, I think that what you're suggesting is completely inappropriate
and completely ignorant of the situation that BBetty found herself in.
What she SHOULD have done was to get Nev' on the phone (we all have
him on speed-dial, right?) then, once the call was established, yell
at the (possible) helmet thieves "OI! YA BAHSTAHDS! GIT OVER HERE! I'VE
GOT A CALL FOR YOU!" and pass her phone to them. Nev' could have set them
straight right there-and-then, first-hand, and at the same time
conveniently avoided any potential misintepretations that might have
occurred had BBetty attempted to recount Nev's position on the matter to
them second-hand.

(If, of course, the threat of speaking to Nev' on the phone was
sufficient to cause them to break into a run in the opposite direction,
then all BBetty would have needed to do to seal the matter would be to
shout "AND DON'T COME BACK!" at their backs as they retreated)


GB, HTH, HAND!

 

<applause!!>


GB

 

Don't let Nurse Ratchet catch you...

Onya bike...

Gerry

 

I didn't realise that Nurse Ratchet was a transvestite till she/he grabbed
me

 

We only have four degrees of seperation.

Theo

 

We had a holiday in Singapore a couple of years ago and we visited a
bookshop in Orchard Road. I was taking a look in the War History
section but there was a guy in my way. Every time I moved left he
moved left and every time I moved right he moved right. I was starting
to get frustrated as I couldn't get near even one book and about to
move to another section and come back later, then he turned around. I
said Frank, he said Theo, what are you doing here. Frank does guided
tours of the Kokoda Trail and he had been in Tobruk, searching out the
likelyhood of tours there. He had a 12 hour stopover in Singapore on
the way to Melbourne. He lives in Perth.

Theo

 

In '88 on my 'round Oz trip I met some people in a pub at Mandurah, we
got talking and when I said I was from Townsville, they asked if I knew
a bloke who lived on Maggie (Magnetic) Island called Big Gazza.

Big Gazza was the bloke who made my saddlebags for the trip...

 

<sympathetic look> The other two lost in the resources crash hey ?

JL