Hey Bribie, Northies is my local. Dans is right next to the bar where I used to be able to sit and have a couple of pints of Stella while SWMBO done the groceries. Across the road there is now another tavern and 1st choice :icon_chickcheers: .I'd never considered myself to have a bogan bone in my body. However we went shopping at Northlakes Westfield, as opposed to our normal Morayfield.
Morayfield = Wurrrbeee, Elizabeth, Campbelltown. Northlakes says it all, any master planned community with "lakes" in the name where the McMansions are all adorned with at least two Subarus, a sprinkling of BMWs etc.
I was amazed how thin everyone was, and how fast and zippy they walked. No fat pram pushers here - mostly skinny looking guys, probably bank johnnies on their RDOs, with jumpers draped over their shoulders and the sleeves drooping down the front, and the women were all scowling fierce looking aerobics Fernwood Triathlon bitches walking with their noses in the air, their tight little butts pumping up and down as they propelled themselves towards the enerjuice bar and the sushi stand. No Go-Lo or McDonalds in this Westfield, oh no.
The only kids were little ankle biters with perfectly coiffed hair and Pumpkin Patch clothing and miniature little joggers.
On the way home we had to call in at Morayfield to pick up Mrs's specs from SpecSavers and I was right at home again, masses of fat tattooed girls called Britney and Shilo pushing prams in groups of three or four, big fat guys on Disso Pensions hanging around Maccas and Hungry Jacks - heaps of really feral high school kids wagging it. And the kids, the glorious snotty nosed screaming kids darting around wiping their greasy little hands on everthing while mum shouts four letter words. The difference between Morayfield and Northlakes shopping centre is that one of them pulses with life while the other is a grey soulless place with closed-off people rushing through the place.
Ugg boots here I come.
PS the only reason I persuade SWMBO to come to Northlakes is that it's got a Dans :icon_cheers:
Doesnt everybody like a bit of bogan in them? B)
You blokes dunno what bogan is............ I had to get my sister to type this post.
Paul
ride on mower pulled half down
I'd never considered myself to have a bogan bone in my body. However we went shopping at Northlakes Westfield, as opposed to our normal Morayfield.
Morayfield = Wurrrbeee, Elizabeth, Campbelltown. Northlakes says it all, any master planned community with "lakes" in the name where the McMansions are all adorned with at least two Subarus, a sprinkling of BMWs etc.
I was amazed how thin everyone was, and how fast and zippy they walked. No fat pram pushers here - mostly skinny looking guys, probably bank johnnies on their RDOs, with jumpers draped over their shoulders and the sleeves drooping down the front, and the women were all scowling fierce looking aerobics Fernwood Triathlon bitches walking with their noses in the air, their tight little butts pumping up and down as they propelled themselves towards the enerjuice bar and the sushi stand. No Go-Lo or McDonalds in this Westfield, oh no.
The only kids were little ankle biters with perfectly coiffed hair and Pumpkin Patch clothing and miniature little joggers.
On the way home we had to call in at Morayfield to pick up Mrs's specs from SpecSavers and I was right at home again, masses of fat tattooed girls called Britney and Shilo pushing prams in groups of three or four, big fat guys on Disso Pensions hanging around Maccas and Hungry Jacks - heaps of really feral high school kids wagging it. And the kids, the glorious snotty nosed screaming kids darting around wiping their greasy little hands on everthing while mum shouts four letter words. The difference between Morayfield and Northlakes shopping centre is that one of them pulses with life while the other is a grey soulless place with closed-off people rushing through the place.
Ugg boots here I come.
PS the only reason I persuade SWMBO to come to Northlakes is that it's got a Dans :icon_cheers:
what?!??!!!!Pure gold, Bribie! Thanks for a good laugh.
The bogan comes out of me during scrounging season. It's the only time I drive slowly. Shaz get's the shits cos she can sense my eyes scanning left-right-left-right as we drive down the street.
It paid off yesterday though. Picked up the son from daycare, drove down the street and.. "Hang on, that's a guitar case!" Quick U-turn, jump out and check it out.
Yamaha steel string acoustic in a hardcase. Woo- farken- hoo!
A new set of strings, spit & polish, flog it off on ebay, and I'm on my way to my new PS3!
Dunnydore
Notice front yard has a trailer and a rusting Dak Dak.
Thought I might tip it over on the grass to get the motor and diff out
If youre gonna strip down that dak dak Chappo - remember those gearbox casings are magnesium & alloy! Can make the next bon fire you have very exiting. It needs to be a very hot fire to seperate the alloy and magnesium. As you are probably aware from high school science - when magnesium is cooled quickly its pretty spectacular.
You dont need much - maybe a quarter the size of a CD, a gearbox casing goes along way. Put piece in hot fire, let alloy seperate, either douse glowing magnesium in fire with hose from safe distance or extract with long handled shovel and cast like a fishing rod - BE WARNED - this stuff is unbelievably hot and hurts like hell if it lands on you ( a mate of mine still bears some scars on the top of his feet) and there is a very high chance that it will burn anything it lands on and might catch the attention of the local fire brigade - definatley not a summer activity.
I could dig some old photos out - but lets just say it is very spectacular. It was something i picked up from a couple of mullet clad car freaks/pyromaniacs at the Bathurst Races one year, where if you stand still for to long there is a fair chance you will either be set alight or run over by the VB drenched punters. No bogans here.
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