Whenever Ian limped past I would ask him, "How's it going Ian?". Without fail Ian would reply "The best is yet to come my friend... the best is yet to come." I like Ian... I will miss him.
Poor Ambrose was kicked in the head by the pit pony and lost an eye. He was a man known for his foresight, he got it wrong sometimes though.
Ted
described himself as a happy go lucky bloke. He used to say nothin
could faze him. He was electrocuted at the plant the next day. Poor
Ted.
Melina was an Armenian beauty of royal blood. She worked downstairs in reception. She was a good sport. We all fancied her.
Alfonso (Alf) could get you anything you wanted. A diabolically resourceful fellow. I wonder, what was his secret?
Bushy Jack could roll a durrie with one hand, skin a rabbit in two seconds and whip the head of a snake while not spilling a drop of his Billy tea. Words were like lead weights for Jack but when I asked him if he had ever been to the city he said. “yep, I been there once, I’d rather sit by my campfire listening to possums fucking than be in the city with central heating listening to people lying to themselves”. He did not say anything else for the rest of the day. Don’t bother arguing with Jack.
Edward is a warrior and an explorer. He goes where others fear to tread. When the abyss looked at him he looked straight back. He dared stare down the abyss until the abyss told him that humans are nothing more than specks of dust floating through a sun beam. He told the abyss that IT was meaningless and empty without humans. The abyss remained silent after that.
Maurice Littleproud is invincible. He was wounded in war, a sports legend and his sweetheart was Miss Chinkipoo. Maurice is blind. He can’t see anybody now and nobody sees him. I said hi to him and he told me his story. When he chuckles to himself I bet he is kicking another goal or making love to his Miss Chinkpoo one more time. I wonder where he is now?
Werner von Shithead was a Nazi rocket scientist responsible for approx.. 24,841 deaths of innocent people. He was captured by the Americans and when accused of being a Nazi war criminal he said, “Nazi shmartzi, you want to get you to the moon? Stick with me I will get you there.” He did and they gave him a medal. So is history made.
Googy Blachsmith is a speed fiend. “You are racing motorcycles or you are waiting, there is nothing else. When the green flag drops the bullshit stops, that’s for sure,” he says. Googy can describe a set of S’s as “exquisite”… Or a passing move as gorgeous. Googy’s passion is a purity that is rare. I love being around Googy… sometimes.
Poor Ludwig was a world champ worrier. He explored how much a soul could worry about answering questions that are not really questions. It killed him. That's not logical.