I like how your writing on ‘the list’ turns gradually into a illegible scrawl as you get more tired.
It’s how I imagine The Unabomber’s manifesto would have looked.
I must confess that -- at times -- the whole process has given me something of an insight into what might have driven the Unabomber off the rails.
ear God, I don't know I could handle watching this if I were you -- I think I'd be down the pub trying not to think about it. Sort of getting the operation done under a general, thanks.
I'm giving your suggestion serious consideration at this point...
why is it so necessary to “Fell cabbage tree” before that happens? Poetry? Spite?
The cabbage tree was blocking the house from being removed. It nearly killed me (psychologically) to cut it down.
Turns out that I'd rather have a house than a cabbage tree...
The prodigious lifting ability you see in Ian today was honed carrying entire PA Systems up the steep, carpeted stairs of Melbourne pubs and RSLs as the roadie for the legendary Toy Love.
I hadn’t looked at it this way before, but I guess maybe I was doing a favour to Dalziel in getting him to volunteer to lift 75 tonnes of bricks.
You know, keeping him in shape for a possible reunion tour...
Thank you! I hope to live-blog the next installment -- starting around 8 am tomorrow (Thursday).
Cellphone connectivity permitting, of course...
Oops! Forgot to activate the discussion thread -- very sorry about that...
Many thanks for all the kind birthday messages! Things are going well at the earthquake village (no resemblance to a Stalag at all); Bob has already joined the local scooter gang.
Perhaps being a gang-member has given him a bad attitude as I'm still trying to get him to sleep. It's been a long day and further messages from me will have to wait until tomorrow, I fear!
Many thanks for the birthday wishes people! (on the 21st)
My biggest consolation in terms of birthdays is that no matter how old I get I will always be three months younger than Jolisa Gracewood.
My biggest non-consolation is that Jolisa looks about 20 years younger than me. The smug bastard.
Oh, now I get all the comments about the photo of Saint Dalziel! I thought they were just postmodern criticisms of his visibility in the image...
Was 5907 pavers hyperbole, btw?
Alas no! But a whole bunch of them are just regular bricks, so it's rather less area than it could be...
My informed-by-experience estimate is – a working mate will help you get a job done in one 1/3rd of the time
That's about the ratio I get when Saint Dalziel assists. It's like having the job on turbocharge. Mind you, some of that might be attributable purely to Dalziel's inherent full-of-beans attitude to life.