A thrill a minute

28 04 2008

The only real downside to having a day off that I can see, is having to come back on Monday. I mean the whole week it’s the same old bollocks. Wake up at 5:30, S,S&S, breakfast at 6:00, make lunch sandwiches at 6:15, morning meeting at 6:30, start work at 7:00. I swear to you by Friday or Saturday you are well in the routine and it is just another start to just another day.

Then the bastards throw in a day off. One of these pesky events where we have sweet F-All to do all day cos we are not allowed out. So the day is usually spent just hanging around in bed and eating the 3 square meals. Food becomes an outing.

And all this excitement does is screw up the start to the week cos suddenly after 1 sleep in, your body adapts to it and wants more of it! Monday through Thursday is again a pain in the ass to wake up.

Saturday night however was quite a laugh. It started at 6:00pm sharp with a few bottles of cheap ass red wine, then rapidly switched to beer when the wine was all done. You can’t really be too fussy out here. The party moved indoors when it was time to eat and that’s kinda where it stayed. When I say party I mean the 3 of us that stayed drinking beer until some ungodly hour. I have no idea when it was that we called it a night but I do know there was something close to Hurricane Hilda blowing outside. It was awesome. Wind was pumping and sheet rain screaming through the camp sideways. I love a good storm.

Yesterday was spent nursing a sore head and feeling sorry for myself. I watched a few movies and slept a lot. That’s where it gets you though. Monday mornings are suddenly murder. No hangover, no exhaustion, no over exertion, no excuse, but still no will to get out of bed.

I say we just cancel weekends. I know I know… Hoox for president!

4 weekends left. 4 little Sundays. 4 pesky Mondays.


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Die Boere

28 04 2008

Spoken by Great Men:

“Give me 20 divisions American soldiers and I will beach Europe. Give me 15 consisting of Englishmen, and I will advance to the borders of Berlin. Give me two divisions of those marvelous fighting Boers (Meaning Farmer, originating from the Boer War) and I will remove Germany from the face of the earth.”

~ Field Marshall Bernard L. Montgomery, Commander of the Allied forces during WWII.

“The Americans fight for a free world, the English mostly for honor and glory and medals, the French and Canadians decide too late that they have to participate. The Italians are too scared to fight; the Russians have no choice. The Germans for the Fatherland. The Boers? Those sons of bitches fight for the hell of it!”

~ American General, George “Guts and Glory” Patton -

“Take a community of Dutchman of the type of those who defended themselves for fifty years against all the power of Spain at a time when Spain was the greatest power in the world.
Intermix with them a strain of those inflexible French Huguenots, who gave up their name and left their country forever at the time of the revocation of the Edict of Nantes. The product must obviously be one of the most rugged, virile, unconquerable races ever seen upon the face of the earth. Take these formidable people and train them for seven generations in constant warfare against savage men and ferocious beasts, in circumstances in which no weakling could survive; place them so that they acquire skill with weapons and in horsemanship, give them a country which is immanently suited to the tactics of the huntsman, the marksman and the rider. Then, finally, put a fine temper upon their military qualities by a dour fatalistic Old Testament religion and an ardent and consuming patriotism.
Combine all these qualities and all these impulses in one individual and you have the modern Boer.”

~ Sir Arthur Conan Doyle - (And for those who don’t know, he wrote the Sherlock Holmes stories)


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