The weights for the trial balance
Mattyâs crew will turn the youngfella into a raving Brexiteer by the end of the holidays.
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Worked in London on a site one summer during college. It was a government building, big gang of us labouring all summer. One English young lad was an awful dose and he pissed off most of the site within a few weeks. One day the ganger was telling us about this group of Auzzie window fitters that were there, and one of them was so strong that he could do the â3 man liftâ. This went on for a few days until he told us that your man was willing to demonstrate it after work one evening and to stick around.
Friday evening and down comes the Auzzie, strong looking lad but nothing special so we were still dubious. He told the 3 of us to sit on the ground, and interlock our arms tight, the middle lad (English wanker) facing the opposite way to the outer two. He claimed that he was going drive in and lift the middle lad under his arms and the outside 2 would be lifted up as well and it was vital to hold tight!
After a few preparatory grunts, he spun around whipped down his shorts and rubbed his bare arse and balls all over the English lads head, went on for a good 10 seconds and the poor bastard couldnât move. He wasnât seen on site for a few days after that.
Beware the 3 man lift.
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Bwahahahahhahahhaa
And it worth every penny.
A good pal of mine Dad died suddenly on Monday. Weâd the funeral yesterday. I dropped over last night to the family home to toast him. I ended up stumbling the 20 metres home to my folks house about 2am after a night of laughs and reminiscing.
All we leave are memories and stories. Fill them up and make them good.
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Sorry for your loss.
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I hope you have him well warned about long stands, boxes of bubbles, shy hooks, mirror screws slots and all the other things I was sent for
A Fatherâs Day Letter: Vicky Phelan writes to her dad about how cancer made them closer (irishexaminer.com)
Cervical cancer campaigner Vicky Phelan
Dear Dad,
Cancer may very well be what kills me and takes me from this life far too early, but it has given me two things, which I am so very grateful for: A love and appreciation of life and really living for the moment, and the courage to openly express my love for the people who mean the most to me,
including you, Dad.
While we were always close, Dad, these past few years of living with my cancer have brought us closer. Time has become precious and we donât waste a single drop! Sometimes, we donât even exchange a word. Like the day you drove me in for one of my chemotherapy sessions. I drifted in and out of sleep all day, while hooked up to the drugs. You just sat there, rubbing my hand or my head. It reminded me of those weeks in France following my car accident, when you sat with me while I drifted in and out of an induced coma. You kept talking to me and rubbing my hand, willing me to live. I just needed to know that you were there to feel safe and loved.
This journey has been no different, Dad. You are always there for me when I need you and even when I donât. Being a dad doesnât stop when your kids leave the nest and make their own way in life. Being a dad is a badge that you wear with pride, always. I am so privileged and grateful that you are MY dad and that my cancer journey has emboldened me to tell you, and show you, how much I love you while I am still here. Love is what brought me into this world and it will be love that will help me to leave this world when my time comes.
I love you, Dad. Happy Fatherâs Day!
Love Always,
Vicky
This is really lovely and heartbreaking at the same time. Things arenât going so well for Vicky on her new treatment. Being a parent is a great privilege.
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Of course I havenât. I did tell Matty to make sure he was sent for a long stand.
His nickname is âshiny steeliesâ apparently because of the boots (which already look 6 months old)
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Jeez half broke up after reading that
By your ramblings here, Iâd say youâre probably still looking for a lot of them
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Well done boys. Youâre all great.
When I was framing in the States I bought a new pair of boots before starting my first job. Got a great tip to tie the boots to the hitch of a car/truck on the drive home to scuff them up so that they looked worn. Great tip*
*Didnât have a hitch, didnât have a car/truck, the boots looked brand new and I got slagged for a week
Enjoy the breakfast in bed lads. Iâm off for a swim.
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Iâm on the ferry mate.
What were ye taught at all in the poncey school?
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Oldest chap woke me up at 4.35am to spend quality time with me. Lovely, thoughtful gesture. Jigsaws, drawing, colouring, pre-breakfast, wash put on, dishwasher emptied, then off for a 7.20am Bull Island loop. Just back now for main breakfast, with nearly 12k steps taken already today. I genuinely struggle to understand how I manage to do it all in fairness.
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Happy Father Figures Day
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