OK, how about a bacchanalia then…..
Damn, forgot those cooking shows.
The religious dont bother me...I have a mean glare
Just one look and they are convinced they are looking into Beelzebub's eyes.
“what they would do if they were New Zealand’s dictator for a year!”
Can we all have a turn? Maybe its a new game, the whole nation could play.
Me I'd just try to resurrect a form of Saturnalia suitable to these modern times.
The whole way you describe it is objectionable, but I'll put that to one side for the moment.
So "bad apples" and "get rid off" lovely.
Seeing as you seem to be acquainted with them and privy to their motivations and actions, you could always inform the proper authority.
Or they could get a job consulting for the WWG, which I think is an brilliant suggestion.
And when you move something around in parts by helicopter location is definitely a problem.
I doubt if they are moving the drill rig around by helicopter. They probably have old roads from the exploration phase of this mine which they use. And the tops of ridge lines are usually where it is easiest to put roads in.
Im just surprised they have a drill rig around at all. Cause usually they do the exploration and by the time the mine is in production, drill rigs are onto the next exploration site.
We are talking basic 21st century engineering that the company should have stumped up for long before they began excavation.
Looking at the site I bet the company is pissed it had to go underground. They would have been cursing every conservationist and their children. You can guess what option they prefer. Just sayin' as they say.
And yet drilling another hole through rock is OK?
It is when ones uses that well known lubricant and anti combustion agent. It also keeps the dust down.
side saddle piano, hand signing and smiles oooh those smiles - beautiful. And you dont ever see the singer.
The dawn of tele was the best.
And if not, hadn’t you better be booking that desert island?
I prefer tropical myself. But I bet all of those are already tentatively booked for the honeymoon, just to keep the meh-dia guessing.
But I do know of a deserted island. I shall start planning how to get there.
Are you my conscience?
If that position is vacant I guess I could fill it.
It should be the Eleventh Commandment.
Perhaps it was...
I could pretend to be the voice of god
Is that your voice in my head?
They probably had to tie the boys arms to the bedposts.