Don't show us ya titsOh for ****'s sake. What's with the cross back to the studio with a vacuous discussion about nothing with Bridie?
I do like like Dr. Bridie's voice though.Oh for ****'s sake. What's with the cross back to the studio with a vacuous discussion about nothing with Bridie?
Yes, that was a bit dull.That was boring.
Here we are now, entertain us.
But think of the excellent diversity we enjoy having the states and territories... like the marvellous variety in rail gauges. That's been a real winner for over a hundred years.
Dont even get me started Paul. Dont even get me riled up. I mean seriously don't even go there. I mean....
I will. I've grown a splendid set of man boobs since the rona began. I walk 30meters to my office, sit on my **** all day, then walk back to the house for dinner. I reckon the rona will kill old farts like me, without even catching the virus.Don't show us ya tits
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Pic turned up on faceaids today, posted by a mate of dads. Dad and my sister messaged it through, I’d never seen it before. That is the second pic this week.
Me, second wheel in the red and white, Melbourne to Ballarat, bottom of the Pentlands, I reckon just past Bacchus Marsh. Not sure but I think it’s 1989, but it may be 1990, so I’m either a last year junior or first year senior. Second scratch bunch.
If it’s 1989 (Which I’m pretty sure it is) I won my grade prize, jumped away 1km to go. It it’s 1990 I got knocked off in the bunch sprint and did ace cartwheels down the road, broke a brake lever and should have gone to hospital for stitches. Dad actually gave me back the odd, unbroken lever about a month ago! Didn’t catch the limit riders either year, although in 1990 only six of us got over the pentlands and we rode through nearly the whole field before scratch caught us on the last lap of the finish circuit. I think the race came in through Bunniyong and finished at Sebastopol. I don’t mind saying, I was ****ing flying that day in 1990 and dead set spewing when I fell as would probably have won the bunch sprint. Distinctly remember catching bunch after bunch, we caught a big group on a drag, spread across the road in an echelon. The blokes in my group pushed up the sheltered side. I just rode up to the front in the wind. You don’t have many days like that.
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