I thought Id post this here as well to compliment the Certificate 3 course in all things Aussie that is currently runnin in this section. See how much good the Strine module has done.
Had the first of the work Xmas parties today followed by barefoot bowls.
After a nice bit of tucker and a few sherbets we headed outside whereupon I watched the team sending a few down coached by the local volunteer pervert and he had his work cut out. The guts of the joint was full of two wheelers having a gay and hearty for one of them with a bit tread off, but our team had a few nice brace and bits amongst it so it was no contest for him.
I tried my best to get into old fart mode, sat there and called wide, complained about the zephyr and the state of the track, but I had to give in for the sake of the team.
Didnt sort em, didnt weigh em, didnt look at em, did it all on feel and Jack High as usual. I sent the first one down forehand, , to get the lay of the land that was that artificial caper so I let the clutch out and it was a bit heavy, but beautiful. Sent down the next backhand to have a crack at the turn and pulled up short.
Now the third has to be on the money, my reputations at stake here, so is yours Cracker my online coach. Great lessons they were, I will never forget them. The boss was using Magpies so I thought of you, it seems all was against me. The coves were having a ball because the two wheeler boss of mine had arsed a beauty and they were all trying to blow it out of the water, sending down boulders while the coach was trying to take his gaze away from one particular lemonade and sars with vatican cities to match. Now I know why the flag was at half mast, it was I kid you not. Another barefoot coach pickle and pied due to having a gander at the visiting wildlife.
I told the crowd that my orchestras are at stake thats a monty, but I also want to be at work next week.
The boss`s was a bees dick shy and ruling out the tally ho all guns blazing approach.
There is politics involved here, cant beat the bosses shot, cant lose face. So I sent it down for a nice miss I hoped via the scenic route. Started out to the right disected two wayward orchestra stalls belonging to the camp next door and came in spinner with a nudge of her magpie that left me with no choice but to call for the stewards.
Happy to report that it was given to the Boss by a short half head to the roars of the crowd and the ringing of the till in my pocket.