Slacking Off
 

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At least one CMP restorer has had enough of the heat & humidity & is heading for the coast!
Happy Birthday tomorrow, big fella! (09/Feb/2010)
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Happy Birthday :cheers:
Interesting use of party hats :D

Happy birthday :cheers: take that girl for a swim in the surf :thup2:

My wife says....
 

....the Kitchen cabinets are marvellous.

Me too. (Yeh right)

Peter S

birthday boy
 

on your way home Emma has a job for you, helping in the shearing shed crutching sheep. If you have time it would be for Thursday and Friday
Happy birthday from us at Yass
Max

Ok, ok
 

Yes, Tony, I can have the dog for another couple of days! :cheers:

Did I miss something?
 

So Emma needs to pick up her new bike and Tony's up for a road trip, Emma needs a "hand in the shed" and Tony is in the area. Sound like Tony's working on Max's parts stock from a different angle.;););)
Happy birthday mate, hope all your wishes come true. :p

don't worry Euan I'll keep an eye on the shed

Euan I found some parts for a 25 pounder MK1 still wraped up unopened
description.. nut spring
part of FL152SA
wheel hub anti-friction assembly

Euan can't reply tonight, He's busy at TAFE learning how to crutch sheep to barter for 25Pdr bits. :sheep:

my :sheep: have never had a Victorian crutcher before

Song about Max
 

Max..The lads wrote this song about you..you are famous..


New Chum Crutcher
(Brian O'Keefe)

There's a story that I have to tell
And I'll tell it straight to you.
Though you may not believe me,
Every painful word is true.
I'd have a go at any job
For my name is Ganmain Tony,
But the work I did at ''Max Hedges''
Fair brought me to my knees.

Oh, I'll never be a ringer
Though rings around me lie,
I'll just be a new chum crutcher, lads,
Until the day I die.

Max Hedges was the Boss's name
From down old Yass way;
He said I could earn quick money
With work that was child's play.
''Come around tomorrow,'' he said,
With a twinkle in his eyes,
''You can crutch a mob or two for me
And discourage the damn blowflies.''

Well, I turned up that morning
And begged the frightened sheep
To come and lay down quietly
At my quaking feet.
But for all the good it did me
I may as well've begged the gaffer
For a bottle of Johnny Walker
And a billy of tobaccer.

Well, I shore the crawling maggots
And I cut the bloody sheep
While the dags were slowly piling up
Around my aching feet.
With sweaty blades I desexed the ewes
And terrified rams alike,
While the condemned were cringing in their pens
And shitting themselves in fright.

I could imagine the ringers blowing
Their trumpets loud and hard
While I stared in desolation
Out across the woolly yards;
They'd tell of mighty shearers,
Jackie Howe and Roaring Dunn
Who could shear two dozen cobblers
While I was crutching one.

Oh, it's times like these I wonder
From my soul in abject pity.
What madness brought me to this place
And took me from the city;
But I pray that when the gaffer dies
He ends up down in Hell
Crutching politicians
Until the truth they tell...

:kangaroo :sheep: :sheep: :sheep:

Crutching
 

Mexican sheep shearers BEWARE

I'd be watching your daughter , not the shed!
Why is it we have a surplus of 25 pdr wheel nut? Keith gave me a few sets as well.

Strewth!!!
 

Stone the bloody Crows!!! You bloody blokes have had a feild day on here!!!

We dont have the internet down the coast so I havent had the chance to give myself an uppercut!!!!

Thanks for all the good banter. Thanks H for looking after Clevo. Looks like it might be Saturday if I helping all of Friday.

Euan my eyes are on Blitz bits.......I am what I am.......tragic with trucks.

Sorry still logged on as Max......but it is me....

38 years old........LOL, GT.

Alex
 

Are you living under a rock? The last line of your poem, will never happen, while their bums are pointing down....... Thou shalt not kid thy self.