it’s bloody amazing out. -11c with the sun splitting the rocks, not a cloud in the sky, all that crap the last weeks are forgotten.
Can’t ride the Polaris, but still got good legs, old shanks’ pony eh? Well we will all be using them a lot more down that short road, so everybody better get out and get the shanks built up.
Can’t keep up with counting the planes coming in from Europe, trails non stop, usually is weekends.
Old Dogbait down in aerial ping pong county must have been bitten by one of these one time. He is doing a great job of rounding me up and getting to cleaning up the blog page look.
The ping pong crack came from my father’s generation; I’d never say things like that.
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Geelong last gave us a Premiership in 1963 and I've given up on the game now.
You're right about the cattle dog!
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