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Subject: Re: H0llyw00d Flatlands
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Date: Mon, 21 Jul 2003 03:04:56 GMT
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elag wrote:
>
> Paul Heslop wrote:
> >
> > elag wrote:
> >
> > > > > Any other interesting thing ever happen at the woolmill?
> > > >
> > > > :O) There was method in our madness. The cartons had to be in the bay to
> > > > be destroyed, where the wool was coming into the mill by crane and was
> > > > hardly ever on the ground level for long.
> > >
> > > I see. I so liked the idea of climbing mountains of wool...
> >
> > Yeah, sometimes it was kind of fun, but the money was very very bad.
>
> Baa-aa-aa-aad?
I was foreman and I could hardly feed myself.
>
> > >
> > > > The cartons were used for expensive materials but wool, nylons etc came
> > > > in huge bales, like plastic woven sacks, and their lids were held on
> > > > with four wooden pegs, rather like leadless hardwood pencils... you can
> > > > imagine the fun of getting one of them in some organ or other :O)
> > >
> > > They probably made good drumsticks, though...
> >
> > Excellent, while away many hours of boring colour sorting playing the
> > drums on cardboard cartons :O)
>
> Skittle-dee-scat-sortin-bop-beep-boop-shebop!
>
> And those other cats could stuff wool in their ears.
Or join in :O)
>
> > >
> > > > We were a salvage company. Us drones were paid a pittance and worked in
> > > > dirt while the boss drove round in a Lamborghini!
> > >
> > > That sort of thing can be very irritating. It could be the makings of a
> > > good story though.
> >
> > I would like to know what happened to the company. We all got the push
> > when they moved to another town. I guess like most companies they took a
> > dive.
>
> Hey, hopefully Boss-man lost his precious Lambourghini. I'd like to see
> him tooling around in a second hand Reliant Robin.
Ah, you know the Robin? Fine piece of machinery... shame they couldn't
find the rest of it
:OP
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Paul. (This machine will, will not communicate)
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