On Wed, 22 Dec 2004 12:04:28 +0800, "Phil Laird"
calmly ranted:

Gudday boys and girls . . ..

How DEE, Phully.


Two bad things have occurred . . .. . .

The first - I have finally succumbed to Big Russ ( the bloke who owns The
Nannup Hotel ), and agreed to do the upgrade on the bar sets to the front
bar. Amazingly Big Russ, - a multi millionaire who owns several
Pubs,shopping centres,restaurants,warehouses and a few other things . . .
and well known for not coughing up the loot in a speedy fashion ... has
already paid me for the upcoming job. He has wanted me to the job since he
bought the joint a couple of years ago . . . .. nice to feel wanted.

Ohmigod! That IS bad. (You in a bar with a pocket full of cash.
Then again, cash in pocket sure beats his offering you your weight in
grog for a week or 3, huh?

So, what did Big Russ want you to do to the bar?


This job I will do with my two assistants Andy and Andy ( see Pics on
abpf ) - we are calling our new enterprise Mitchu Pitchu Improvements . . .
get it? ? thats Me and the Andys . .. oh well . . . ha to be there I
spose.

Beats "Ahchoo Pichhu", ah rectum. Um, whaddaya reckon the odds are of
finding a matched pair of Andies, er, Andys?


Second Bad thing . . . . The bar fridge in the workshop has clapped out . .
. . . and I have the Andys coming in tomorrow to start on the pub job set
up . . . . glad the human sacrifice thing is no longer in vogue. . .

Yup, coulda beed bloody.


PS Jean ( the OB) has just waddled in with a backup Esky . . . I knew she
cared.

Do I translate that correctly to an Eskimo cooler, full o' grog 'n
ice?


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