Mission Complete

[Nervous God]

So we can all go about posting again?

[Redbaron]

Another Aussie lad did this some years ago... last I heard he was stuck in africa somewhere digging holes

[ozpharlap]

So we can all go about posting again?

You have my permission

 

Mind you, with the dwindling posts on the board, I could have done another clean sweep again early last night.

 

I think sometimes this board needs an in-house spat, a Thailand demonstration or a juicy gossip saga when the wood ducks come out of the forest

[ozpharlap]

Another Aussie lad did this some years ago... last I heard he was stuck in africa somewhere digging holes

Well, at least he is working out doors in the sun, albeit a burning sun

 

His name was not Clancy was it?

 

CLANCY OF THE OVERFLOW - A.B. "Banjo" Paterson

 

I had written him a letter which I had, for want of better

Knowledge, sent to where I met him down the Lachlan, years ago,

He was shearing when I knew him, so I sent the letter to him,

Just "on spec", addressed as follows: "Clancy, of The Overflow".

 

 

And an answer came directed in a writing unexpected,

(And I think the same was written in a thumbnail dipped in tar)

'Twas his shearing mate who wrote it, and verbatim I will quote it:

"Clancy's gone to Queensland droving, and we don't know where he are."

 

 

In my wild erratic fancy visions come to me of Clancy

Gone a-droving "down the Cooper" where the western drovers go;

As the stock are slowly stringing, Clancy rides behind them singing,

For the drover's life has pleasures that the townsfolk never know.

 

 

And the bush hath friends to meet him, and their kindly voices greet him

In the murmur of the breezes and the river on its bars,

And he sees the vision splendid of the sunlit plains extended,

And at night the wondrous glory of the everlasting stars.

 

 

I am sitting in my dingy little office, where a stingy

Ray of sunlight struggles feebly down between the houses tall,

And the foetid air and gritty of the dusty, dirty city

Through the open window floating, spreads its foulness over all.

 

 

And in place of lowing cattle, I can hear the fiendish rattle

Of the tramways and the buses making hurry down the street,

And the language uninviting of the gutter children fighting,

Comes fitfully and faintly through the ceaseless tramp of feet.

 

 

And the hurrying people daunt me, and their pallid faces haunt me

As they shoulder one another in their rush and nervous haste,

With their eager eyes and greedy, and their stunted forms and weedy,

For townsfolk have no time to grow, they have no time to waste.

 

 

And I somehow fancy that I'd like to change with Clancy,

Like to take a turn at droving where the seasons come and go,

While he faced the round eternal of the cashbook and the journal -

But I doubt he'd suit the office, Clancy, of "The Overflow".

 

The Bulletin, 21 December 1889.

 

I think the only holes I will be digging into will be those sweet ones in LOS whilst camping out in the land of the morning calm

[LizardKing]

No. It was Norfloxicin400, later known as JackSchist

 

 

[ozpharlap]

JackSchist, that rings a bell, I cannot recall seeing one of his posts for quite awhile. I hope he did not fall into one of those holes he is digging

[carew66]

Nah - he's just fine.

[ozpharlap]

Good to hear, were loosing to many members on here as it is

[Partyguy]

you still have 14 with you being the last post !!!

[ozpharlap]

Yes, I could have done a clean sweep again a few times but I did not want to monopolize the board and also, ran out of things to say