ozneil

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About ozneil

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  • Location Emerald City Oz
  • Interests amongst others ...Scotland

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  1. ozneil added a post in a topic Disasters   

    another terrible earthquake;
    My heart goes out to these poor brave people
    Fey and her family seem to be OK.
    At least 65 dead but they expect toll to rise .
    Searchers still getting survivors out
    Kiwis are an immensely tough & pragmatic people and are performing miracles.
    Urban Search & Rescue (USR) teams from all over New Zealand & 70 from Australia, who flew in last night, complete with sniffer dogs & all equipment, have been working throughout the night.

    USA have immediately put all their "Antacrtic Airlift" aircraft which are based at CHCH at the disposal on the NZ Authorities as well as offering other aid.

    We have told NZ we will supply anything they need

    They have pulled out 20-30 survivors overnight incuding 1 10minutes ago.

    More rescue teams on way from US, UK, Japan & Australia as well as 100 Singaporean Army Engineers who were on a training execise in NZ


    NZ Herald
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  2. ozneil added a post in a topic Interesting Graves, Headstones & the like.   



    Well done HH you know your history
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  3. ozneil added a post in a topic Interesting Graves, Headstones & the like.   




    Lonely British soldier's grave over-looking Buffalo River RSA
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  4. ozneil added a post in a topic Disasters   

    Gayle,
    I hope you are clear on the flooding down your way ...... Good luck
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  5. ozneil added a post in a topic Disasters   

    Even in adversity the sense of humour does not desert them



    A house liable to be flooded in Brisbane
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  6. ozneil added a post in a topic Disasters   



    Brisbane city centre earlier this morning.

    Brisbane is my home town. They are tough and efficient. They will come thru this. In times like this the whole community hangs together and works together. Our Emergency Services are well prepared for this as floods happen often. Last bad flood in Brisbane was 1974 & a worse one in 1890.

    Search & rescue people & emergency workers from all over Australia & New Zealand are already there.

    On a brighter note the flood levees round Grafton in NSW have held (so far --- fingers crossed) & the flooded Clarence River has passsed its peak



    -------- Anna Bligh Queensland Premier


    .... Young Mum at a refuge Brisbane
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  7. ozneil added a post in a topic Ye cannae go aff topic oan this threid...   




    Hell thats a normal accent. Imagine me hitting Central Station & meeting weejie for the first time!!!!

    These road trains are in the Western Plains from WA to the Great Dividing Range in the East. They dont cross the mountains.


    BTW A "Jump up" is an escarpment. He has just climbed it and is waiting for his truck to cool a bit

    would be hauling grain to, probably, Dalby where it would be transhipped on to the railways to go to the ports.
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  8. ozneil added a post in a topic Ye cannae go aff topic oan this threid...   

    For Tam ( this guy is hauling grain)

    This may interest you



    inside of truck

    BTW The guy has a Queensland accent
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  9. ozneil added a post in a topic Make it snappy.   



    Congrats!!!
    Well done LG
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  10. ozneil added a post in a topic Scottish Writers   


    gees I told you! I just didnt high light it
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  11. ozneil added a post in a topic Scottish Writers   



    You mean
    NEW ZEALAND 49
    SCOTLAND 3

    or the other one where England beat Australia?? 35-18

    I would like to say the poms were lucky!!!!! but I cant they played brilliantly & the Wallabies played like a bunch of girls

    When Scotland plays NZ the usual question is how much will the All Blacks win by
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  12. ozneil added a post in a topic Scottish Writers   



    Therr ya go Harps

    Hernia t'day goan termorra

    A Bachelor

    'Why keep a cow when I can buy,'
    Said he, 'the milk I need,'
    I wanted to spit in his eye
    Of selfishness and greed;
    But did not, for the reason he
    Was stronger than I be.

    I told him: ''Tis our human fate,
    For better or for worse,
    That man and maid should love and mate,
    And little children nurse.
    Of course, if you are less than man
    You can't do what we can.

    'So many loving maids would wed,
    And wondrous mothers be.'
    'I'll buy the love I want,' he said,
    'No squally brats for me.'
    . . . I hope the devil stoketh well
    For him a special hell.

    Robert William Service
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  13. ozneil added a post in a topic Scottish Writers   

    Here Tam anither yin

    The Gramaphone At Fond-Du-Lac

    Now Eddie Malone got a swell grammyfone to draw all the trade to his store;
    An' sez he: "Come along for a season of song, which the like ye had niver before."
    Then Dogrib, an' Slave, an' Yellow-knife brave, an' Cree in his dinky canoe,
    Confluated near, to see an' to hear Ed's grammyfone make its dayboo.

    Then Ed turned the crank, an' there on the bank they squatted like bumps on a log.
    For acres around there wasn't a sound, not even the howl of a dog.
    When out of the horn there sudden was born such a marvellous elegant tone;
    An' then like a spell on that auddyence fell the voice of its first grammyfone.

    "Bad medicine!" cried Old Tom, the One-eyed, an' made for to jump in the lake;
    But no one gave heed to his little stampede, so he guessed he had made a mistake.
    Then Roll-in-the-Mud, a chief of the blood, observed in choice Chippewayan:
    "You've brought us canned beef, an' it's now my belief that this here's a case of canned man."

    Well, though I'm not strong on the Dago in song, that sure got me goin' for fair.
    There was Crusoe an' Scotty, an' Ma'am Shoeman Hank, an' Melber an' Bonchy was there.
    'Twas silver an' gold, an' sweetness untold to hear all them big guinneys sing;
    An' thick all around an' inhalin' the sound, them Indians formed in a ring.

    So solemn they sat, an' they smoked an' they spat, but their eyes sort o' glistened an' shone;
    Yet niver a word of approvin' occurred till that guy Harry Lauder came on.
    Then hunter of moose, an' squaw an' papoose jest laughed till their stummicks was sore;
    Six times Eddie set back that record an' yet they hollered an' hollered for more.

    I'll never forget that frame-up, you bet; them caverns of sunset agleam;
    Them still peaks aglow, them shadders below, an' the lake like a petrified dream;
    The teepees that stood by the edge of the wood; the evenin' star blinkin' alone;
    The peace an' the rest, an' final an' best, the music of Ed's grammyfone.

    Then sudden an' clear there rang on my ear a song mighty simple an' old;
    Heart-hungry an' high it thrilled to the sky, all about "silver threads in the gold".
    'Twas tender to tears, an' it brung back the years, the mem'ries that hallow an' yearn;
    'Twas home-love an' joy, 'twas the thought of my boy . . . an' right there I vowed I'd return.

    Big Four-finger Jack was right at my back, an' I saw with a kind o' surprise,
    He gazed at the lake with a heartful of ache, an' the tears irrigated his eyes.
    An' sez he: "Cuss me, pard! but that there hits me hard; I've a mother does nuthin' but wait.
    She's turned eighty-three, an' she's only got me, an' I'm scared it'll soon be too late."

    * * * * *

    On Fond-du-lac's shore I'm hearin' once more that blessed old grammyfone play.
    The summer's all gone, an' I'm still livin' on in the same old haphazardous way.
    Oh, I cut out the booze, an' with muscles an' thews I corralled all the coin to go back;
    But it wasn't to be: he'd a mother, you see, so I -- sliped it to Four-finger Jack.

    Robert William Service
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  14. ozneil added a post in a topic Scottish Writers   




    His neice was a doctor in Dennistoun

    The Quitter

    When you're lost in the Wild, and you're scared as a child,
    And Death looks you bang in the eye,
    And you're sore as a boil, it's according to Hoyle
    To cock your revolver and . . . die.
    But the Code of a Man says: "Fight all you can,"
    And self-dissolution is barred.
    In hunger and woe, oh, it's easy to blow . . .
    It's the hell-served-for-breakfast that's hard.

    "You're sick of the game!" Well, now, that's a shame.
    You're young and you're brave and you're bright.
    "You've had a raw deal!" I know -- but don't squeal,
    Buck up, do your damnedest, and fight.
    It's the plugging away that will win you the day,
    So don't be a piker, old pard!
    Just draw on your grit; it's so easy to quit:
    It's the keeping-your-chin-up that's hard.

    It's easy to cry that you're beaten -- and die;
    It's easy to crawfish and crawl;
    But to fight and to fight when hope's out of sight --
    Why, that's the best game of them all!
    And though you come out of each gruelling bout,
    All broken and beaten and scarred,
    Just have one more try -- it's dead easy to die,
    It's the keeping-on-living that's hard.

    Robert William Service
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  15. ozneil added a post in a topic What's On the Tele   



    49-3

    Dont mention Wallaby England game
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