Monday, February 20


I was watching a TV programme called terrets camp and it brought to mind an incident which happened last summer. It was a Saturday lunch time and I had picked up from the new gas terminal which was under construction, the fare was a contractor from Newcastle, he was huge with a shaved head and tattoos. He asked to be taken to a pub in town and then started to ask questions about the massage parlour which is near the pub. He must have had some form of nervous tick when he got excited; he dropped his head to his left shoulder and grunted loudly like a pig. I tried to just carry on as normal but he asked more about the massage parlour and then squealed and grunted even louder. He said he was going to visit the massage parlour after a few beers. I wonder what the girls in the massage parlour made of him, I would have loved to have been a fly on the wall.


wil said...

Bob, Thanks for the suggestion to write about being a cabbie on Mau'i. Please drop by when you get the chance. I put up a link to you on my blog.

Barnze said...

I'm still working on my cousins chippy address...Fuck...But have not..Arse..seen my bro to get..Bell End..the info.