Scaramouche
Master Don Juan
Dear July Baby,
The Noblest Roman of them All,Wow you find Australia interesting....Let me tell you The Mid West....All that Corn and Square dancing in the Evenings,Sounds so Romantic to me....I was So lucky in my Youth I was invalided out of being a Patrol Officer in New Guinea,Dengue Fever and Malaria,Which I still Suffer from....I was given a Cadetship in the Northern Territory....It was really Wild then and a few of the Crocodile Dundees that you seem to admire were still around...We thought of them as Hell West and Crooked....They were mean Mothers...Talking of Mothers,few of them had Known a Mothers Love...With more Dinner Times than Dinners they had led a rather deprived family life....Life was a mean business the only Women they Knew were Blacks,a furtive scuffle out of the campfires sight their closest experience of romance...Work was in the dry season pursuing Buffalos across the flood plains in a Land-Rover with a scoop in the front....They would charge these poor creatures head on,knock their feet from under them,then jump out and shoot the shocked animal in the spine,with a .310 Martini rifle,dump him and move on as the poor bvgger suffered in the heat,the Black skinners would at leisure follow and finish the poor svod off...In the Wet season it was the turn of the crocodile,not much sympathy with them,but that was a dangerous game indeed....You would probably like to meet these guys,but sure as Christ they don't want to meet you.
The Noblest Roman of them All,Wow you find Australia interesting....Let me tell you The Mid West....All that Corn and Square dancing in the Evenings,Sounds so Romantic to me....I was So lucky in my Youth I was invalided out of being a Patrol Officer in New Guinea,Dengue Fever and Malaria,Which I still Suffer from....I was given a Cadetship in the Northern Territory....It was really Wild then and a few of the Crocodile Dundees that you seem to admire were still around...We thought of them as Hell West and Crooked....They were mean Mothers...Talking of Mothers,few of them had Known a Mothers Love...With more Dinner Times than Dinners they had led a rather deprived family life....Life was a mean business the only Women they Knew were Blacks,a furtive scuffle out of the campfires sight their closest experience of romance...Work was in the dry season pursuing Buffalos across the flood plains in a Land-Rover with a scoop in the front....They would charge these poor creatures head on,knock their feet from under them,then jump out and shoot the shocked animal in the spine,with a .310 Martini rifle,dump him and move on as the poor bvgger suffered in the heat,the Black skinners would at leisure follow and finish the poor svod off...In the Wet season it was the turn of the crocodile,not much sympathy with them,but that was a dangerous game indeed....You would probably like to meet these guys,but sure as Christ they don't want to meet you.
